Our dad was a big kid at heart. He enjoyed riding the hills as much as we did. I always wondered why he was so eager to join us
in our games and our fantasies. I later read in his sister's (my aunt Bessie's) diary, that he had always held a part time job, and
after his dad was injured in the shipyards, he was sent to work full-time at the age of seventeen to help support his family. He
never really had a childhood - and loved to share in ours.