Hi again everyone - thanks for your patience.
I figured I'd start the chronology afresh, from earliest memories. There's very little I recall about my early years, but what is there, when
considered in addition to more recent memories, seems to point to the twilight zone. And once again; please don't think this is an attention-seeking
or fictional exercise; I have a pretty good life these days and don't need to draw attention in that way (even though ATS is anonymous, you'll catch
my drift hopefully).
So - I was born on an RAF base in N. England in the early eighties. My father was a civilian officer, my mother a housewife.
The very first memory I have was being at some sort of daycare centre. Thinking about it as I write, there would be no reason to be in daycare, as my
mother didn't work and had no contacts locally apart from other RAF families - I went everywhere she went. I never attended daycare again, this
occasion apparently the only time I was there.
Anyway - I was two years old.
Having played football for a while with the 'big kids', I tripped on the ball and fell over. I got straight up and wasn't in any pain; I carried
on playing for a bit. Then, I went inside to ask something (can't recall what) of one of the staff - it had a reception, and looking back it makes
me think more of a doctor's clinic than a daycare centre - they had a tannoy speaker, and the receptionist was phoning internal extensions for some
reason. I remember standing on tiptoes trying to see over to where she was sat. I've never seen a daycare centre for babies/ toddlers with a
reception area like that since. There were no other kids inside. Anyway, I was told to wait on the wall outside as my mother was coming to collect
All the kids had suddenly gone - to where I don't know, I didn't see them leave. I sat on the wall, looking down the road to where the sun was
setting in the distance, and saw a woman heading towards me - appearing as though over the horizon as she walked up the hill. That mental image is
incredibly clear. No traffic, no sound, no people anywhere. The only thing apart from the sunset was the woman walking up the hill. I didn't stand
up to greet her, and don't recall being glad to see her, or thinking 'here's mummy' - there was just a slight element of confusion. I looked up
at her as she stood in front of me; she offered me her hand and walked me inside again (to 'sign me out' I suppose).
Thinking about it as I write, my motor skills and communication skills were in advance of a 2 yr olds.. Perhaps more like a 4 year old.
Anyway, the next thing I remember was being in a hospital - probably on the base - it could have been the same day, I have no idea. I was given a
pair of thick glassed spectacles to wear, which I couldn't see through at all, and remember being asked loads of questions by different people who
entered and exited the room in quick succession. I don't recall any of the questions. I was x-rayed more than once, and had something like gromits
put into my ears; various physical checks on my legs, spine and skull (the memory is a bit fuzzy, but I was there for a long time, with no apparent
pattern to it). I remember asking what was put into my ears, and I was told 'nothing'. Another set of tests were carried out, blood was taken - I
asked why, and was told 'in case you ever have an accident'.
Apparently, at some point during all this, a cast was put on my leg (though I don't remember this happening). I was told, years later, that when I
slipped on the football I had broken my leg - and that was the reason I was in hospital.
Soon after I was seen by a physiotherapist, who gave me exercises to improve my posture and walking. This may seem irrelevant, but there's a
particular reason it strikes me as important; I'll come back to it in a future post.
Right. That'll do for now; I appreciate it's a bit dull so far, but it's the foundation on which everything else rests..!