My twin and I were born in South Africa to British parents. We arrived in then Rhodesia some time in 1961 with Aunts, Uncles, cousins and Grandparents.
Out home was in Bulawayo and the bite on my face was from the family dog who wasn’t about to let a toddler interfere with his dinner. My teeth would also never be straight despite orthodontics later on.
This outward scar left an internal mark on my perception of myself that I would battle to overcome till later in life.
I have memories of being in a pram with Steph. We we’re probably around 2 and a half years old. We lived in a flat and I was looking down into the quad where the washing lines were. I could hear my Mothers voice and feel her softness around me. That is the last memory I have of her.