My earliest memory of being a child was one of pain , this was set to form a pattern that would follow me throughout the rest of my childhood and early teenage years . That first memory which vividly sticks with me to this day was of an eighteeen month old child being severly burned by an electric fire . I had somehow managed to escape from my cot and had been attracted to the orange glow of the fires element ring . The result of my enthusiasm to explore the world around me had taught me a strong lesson . An ambulance rushed me the thirty mile journey to a special burns unit for children .
It was quickly announced to my parents that the burn was serious and that I would need an immediate operation to have any chance of saving my dear little hand . What followed was a lengthy six week stay in the specialist unit and recovery was going to be slow . I recall the visits my mother made me at this time and can still picture the happiness on her face when she had brought me the biggest brown teddy bear you could imagine to cheer me up .The next memory was the red paint that I had to cover my hand in to aid the healing process . However today thanks to the wonderful medical staff, doctors and nurses I have full use of the said hand and made only what I can describe as a full and healthy recovery .You could say quite clearly that as a spiritualist and looking back it was a lesson that only through exploring areas in life would we realise the consequences .
My second memory of childhood was again to be very painful . This memory is probably the one that I find the hardest to deal with even to this day and it extends back to when I was at the age of about three years old . It was not to be long after this that my mother and father were to seperate and call it a day on their relationship . I have to say that I believe this was to prove a major turning point in not just my life but also in the life of my only and dearest sister Rachael . What was to follow in the rest of our childhoods was nothing short of traumatic, negative and absolutely devastating to the lives of two young children .
Life without dad would prove difficult to adjust to and mum being a single parent on state benefits would ensure that we struggled at the best of times . We all quickly found that living on the rough and tough council estate in Southampton that we called our home would shape our development and progress for the near future at least . Over the next few years mum and our home became the target of the local council estate burglars . In the days of fifty pence electric and gas meters being robbed this often meant that we came home to no electric or gas supply . My dearest grandmother was often our saviour in these times .
Contact with my father had soon become strained and limited and it was clear that divorce proceedings were underway within a period of given time . If I look back now it was around this time that I had my first ever psychic experience . I woke from my sleep one night clearly having had the most painful dream a six year old could . I had clearly seen in my dream that my father had suffered a massive injury which had certainly threatened his life if not actually taken it . I realise now that this was far more than a dream . Within three years of the event my father had the most horrific accident that you could ever imagine . The accident almost claimed his life due to the severe head injuries and miraculously again with thanks to the medical world he made a lengthy but full recovery .
To Be Continued ...........
