From my last article:
https://steemit.com/steemiteducation/@allandharvey/shocking-and-inspiring
We have all, from time to time, experienced life-defining moments. Mine started around the age of 2 years old, when I was confined to wearing ‘leg-irons’ or more commonly known as calipers. This was to prevent my legs from bowing excessively – a condition in the fifties that was termed ‘chalky bones’. Apparently, I wore these until the age of five years old.
One of my earliest and most traumatic experiences took place in 1955. I was all of five years old and my brother was 18 months my junior. Unbeknown to us, not that we would have understood, my father had divorced my mother, remarried and had taken us away with him to another country. He chose to leave my sister, 3 years my junior, with my mother. There were no good-bye hugs and kisses for us. Like us my mother was totally unaware that we were on our way out of the country.
I recollect being on a steam train, my first such journey. At some random railway station apparently on the border going north, the trauma hit when my father got off the train without us. All of sudden my brother and I were alone.......with a
step-mother.
