~ 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 often wonder, is this a dream and am I 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?

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1954 My 7th Birthday

On September 4, 1954, my 7th birthday, we were at the airport in Singapore on our way to Sydney, Australia.

Singapore Airport 1954

Airport Restaurant

As we were picking up our luggage and checking in for the next part of the flight, the attendant asked me, as people do, “and how old are you?” I proudly said that I was 7 and that today was my birthday. “Well then”, he said, “let’s do something special” and he put me on the conveyer belt and told me to sit down.

Baggage conveyor belt

I rode almost the length of the airport on that conveyor belt, with suitcases beside me and my mother hurrying along to keep up. I never will forget that, one of the best birthday presents I have ever had. Of course now it would be impossible for anything that wonderful to happen.