Tuesday, 11 January 2011
My Grandad had a huge influence on my life, there was no-one like him. One of my earliest memories of him was when I tried to run away from my grandparents home back to my Mum & Dad's. He let me pack up my furry nightdress case, and go out onto the street and start to thumb a ride home, after what seemed like forever he came up to me and asked me what I was doing? I told him I was trying to hitch a lift home, it was then he burst my bubble, he told me I was thumbing in the wrong direction and as I was only three I wasn't allowed to cross the road to thumb the right way, so I better come on back inside and have some tea and sweeties. I miss him every day.