My parents were quite older. My dad fought in WW2 and came back with PTSD, although in those days it really wasn't known about back then. To me, when I was little he was the really stern guy that sat behind a newspaper. He worked really hard, at a factory job to keep us all afloat. I was afraid of him, then. I looked at friends Dads and neighbours for attention. I think they knew about Dad and really did try and take me with my friends all over the pace because my dad couldn't drive. He went to work and got groceries. I think when i was around 12 he started to come around a bit more and we'd go on drives, walks in the trails and fishing.

As I got older my siblings really helped me out a lot. The brother closest to me, was always there for me, he would take me to choir practices and pick me up. Whenever I needed a ride he'd be there to take me (in the 70's walking at night wasn't safe and he knew that.) He also did things like refurbish a bike with all of the cool things on it, monkey bars, banana seat. We had carts that you could push friends around on. I'm sure he did that too. My sister took me with her on trips, picnics, drives. I always had fun with her and her now husband. My Mom never did learn how to drive but she taught me how to walk everywhere and ride the buses.