In December of 1962 I made my entry into the world. I was born to the
most wonderful parents, and was welcomed also by a brother and two sisters. As the last of the tribe I was well
positioned to grow up experiencing the benefits and pitfalls of Youngest Child
Syndrome.
Our family lived in a small country town, in a fibro house on a 1/4 acre
block. As a child our yard seemed gigantic and we were often kept entertained climbing the wood heap, pinching munchable veggies out of the garden, performing acrobatics on our swing set, avoiding mums "attack" rooster and enjoying the antics of both our dog and cat. Sundays were my favourite day of the
week...we usually went to morning Church, followed by a baked dinner , a game of cricket after lunch and monopoly
after Church and tea at night.