I can’t remember much of my early life; I’ve got a pretty poor memory when it comes to things that happen to me. That’s actually part of the reason for keep and maintaining a blog. It helps me to actually categorise and file my memories away for later consumption. Of course there are numerous other reasons for blogging, but this isn’t what this post is about.

One of my earliest memories was waking up in one of the beds of our neighbors. It wasn’t completely weird as I used to live in their house anyway so it wasn’t really strange being in their house, just not where I was expecting to wake up. Naturally I asked what the deal was, but they wouldn’t tell me.

Later on in the day I heard the car, or the bell rang, can’t honestly remember, but I remember running down the stairs (we used to live in a house that was separated into 3 apartments, ground, first and second), to see what the deal was. Why had they trixed me? Where had they gone without me?

Did they get me a new present? No not Lego, I got some small fella in a blue rectangular cot; and I remember my mother’s beaming smile.

I don’t remember much of my early life, but I remember the day my brother came into this world, 21 years ago today.

Happy Birthday Bro.