Introduction
The past couple of days I have realised that my kids have little, if any, interest in my life!
An east end family, who moved out of London to Dagenham to have a better life.
My Father knew the gangsters in the east end of London, (but didn't go around with them)who claimed the life of my Dads friend, when my Dad was supposed to be drinking with him.
Also, I have always considered myself to be a complicated person, when actually I think I am on the borderline of something like aspergers.
So I started to think about my life and I can remember back to when I was about 18months old, living in Dagenham, Essex,UK.
I can remember all kind of things in my life, some funny, odd and sad.
Then I thought that actually, people don't know me and my background.
So I decided that I would try and serialise my memories;
My early life and how life was then, with horse and cart for milk delivery, how my parents made a happy home and family, how we had to care for a disabled boy and a thalidomide boy, how a neighbour abused me, being in a war and having a successful career as a financial trader.
Also, about my marriages and my son who died and my sexual situations that just couldn't be made up.
So this will go on for a while, but these are my memories and my life. Maybe one day my children will read and understand me better and even my wife!!
The past couple of days I have realised that my kids have little, if any, interest in my life!
An east end family, who moved out of London to Dagenham to have a better life.
My Father knew the gangsters in the east end of London, (but didn't go around with them)who claimed the life of my Dads friend, when my Dad was supposed to be drinking with him.
Also, I have always considered myself to be a complicated person, when actually I think I am on the borderline of something like aspergers.
So I started to think about my life and I can remember back to when I was about 18months old, living in Dagenham, Essex,UK.
I can remember all kind of things in my life, some funny, odd and sad.
Then I thought that actually, people don't know me and my background.
So I decided that I would try and serialise my memories;
My early life and how life was then, with horse and cart for milk delivery, how my parents made a happy home and family, how we had to care for a disabled boy and a thalidomide boy, how a neighbour abused me, being in a war and having a successful career as a financial trader.
Also, about my marriages and my son who died and my sexual situations that just couldn't be made up.
So this will go on for a while, but these are my memories and my life. Maybe one day my children will read and understand me better and even my wife!!
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