I was born in 1964 in Farnborough Hants, the daughter of a Soldier, a pads brat. Oh what a wonderful childhood I was to have. At a few weeks old we were posted from Aldershot to Colchester as my father left the Para's for a new role within the RASC soon to become the RCT. Mum didn't want him jumping out of aeroplanes anymore as she deduced that now he was a parent it was pretty irresponsible to continue this lifestyle. So we left to Colchester where within a year I was joined in the family by a new sister. Apparently I wasn't very keen on the new arrival and begged my mother to 'take it back'. It was in Colchesters leafy Grove that I have my earliest memories. This is the most vivid one I can remember, the flats at leafy grove had an indoor area for keeping the bins and I was playing with a boy my own age in this area ( apparently we had gotten bored with the sandpit) and there to our delight someone had been getting ready for handover so they had emptied their cupboards - packets and packets of blancmange powder and tin upon tin of birds custard powder. I can remember vividly throwing this powder into the air and being covered from head to foot. I can also remember my mothers face when she found me - apparently it was Sunday and we were on our way to lunch at the mess when I did this and all my good sunday clothes were ruined. I dont remember much else about Colchester at all, I was too young but apparently there was a piano in the mess and my dad used to find it hillarious to take me in on a sunday when everyone had hangovers from saturday and sit me at the piano where i would bash the keys with gusto increasing the pain for the hangover sufferers.
We were posted from there to Lubbecke in Nord Rhein Westfahlen, Germany in 1967.
