A girl stood in the middle of the grass, blinking in the weak sunshine. A cool breeze sent her hair into a wild dance, with strands of it flying in all directions.
The air travelled throughout the street causing sheets on washing lines to bluster, sharply tugging against the wooden pegs which bound them, like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass.
The girl breathed in and closed her eyes letting the walls and the air that trapped her, disappear for just a moment.
I was the girl.
Age sixteen, I was quite a bonny looking lass though I did not see it at the time. A vigorous youth striving to explore and escape the supposedly dull life that so bound me. But it was that winter, in the year 1948, which changed my life. I met someone.
A boy.
The strangest boy I've ever met….
