~ Growing Without Roots ~

My childhood was amazing and unique. In fact, it ruined my life in many ways. I remember when I was seven, listening to the radio in my parents' room in Australia, eyes closed, lying on the rug with my head on a pillow, the sound of the branches and leaves blowing in the wind outside. I wondered, is this a dream and I am still in Australia? Will I wake up and be able to do it all differently? Or is this my life and my memories will always be an albatross around my neck?

1956 No I Won't Go

A great deal of my childhood (and adulthood for that matter) was spent in a dentist's chair.

The first one I really remember was in Notre Dame de Gravenchon. The dentist's office was right across the square from my school and I had to go there at least once a week. The plan was that I would go as soon as I got out of school. Needless to say, I didn't. It was easy to disappear with my friends and then casually walk home at the appropriate time.

Turquoise=house Red=school Blue=dentist

Unfortunately, fairly quickly, my mother realized that I wasn't acting the way I should after having a dental appointment, so that ended after a few months.