When I was about 3 years old,my parents took us to a park in another town
It was very pretty.Then we went to the bus stop to go home.
.I sat in the front seat and I think my brothers were further back along with my parents
The bus drew up at the bottom of our street, and my dad was busy helping Mum
with the push chair and my sister
.I just sat where I was.I saw them all sstanding on the pavement
Suddenly just as the bus set off, they realised I was missing.I can remember seeing
Dad running after the bus .I felt no emotion.
At the next bus stop,Dad got on and took me back to the family
I can’t understand.Why did I not feel anxious? Did I want to get away
from them? Did they slap me in the park? It was very common then to beat little
children but I didn’t feel distressed
I will never know why I did this.And Mum and Dad have died.
I can’t remember much from that time.We had no car so we often went to Parks on Sundays