I have never really written about myself before. There have been CVs when applying for jobs but they didn’t require an in depth look into the real me.
My childhood wasn’t particularly a happy one though I should be grateful it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I would spend hours in my bedroom writing about my life and my family. It had been mentioned in passing that my brother was the favourite. That was made abundantly clear by the number of hidings I received in lieu of him for general childlike occurrences.
Now, as a very mature woman (a pensioner), I have come to realise that hidden deep inside me has been this compelling urge to write. I am sure we all have our memories – good or bad – of life so I won’t bore you with mine.
I am ending this short blog now but I’m saving the best for the next one. I look forward to sharing more of my journey into writing with you.