The authorities decided to flood a valley in the next state and my dad decided he wanted to see the dam before it flooded so he took my mum and myself and older brother on a long two trip. It was a good time and probably one of the better times I remember.
When I was three I was badly scolded by a kettle on the stove down my arm and neck. That was a trauma for my parents and myself.
I also remember when I was just school age my dad had a 50th birthday party and as I slept in my room our house was broken into and they came in through my bedroom window and stole all the liquor and cigarettes. That traumatised me also and I then would never sleep in my bed the whole night and would go into parent's bed for the next 5 years.
We moved to Curl Curl, NSW when my dad had finished building our house there. In the new house I was able to sleep in my bed.
My mum and dad worked every single weekend at the Manly Fun Pier, an amusement park, so when I was little I used to sleep in my mums ticket box in a small bassinet. When I was older I would ride all day on the rides. When I was about 12 I would swim at the local swim club then come back to mum at the amusement park. I would cook my own meals and stay home from about that age on. I would do some housework, like bring the clothes off the line. My parents would come home at about 10pm each weekend night.
My dad spent weeknights after work at Manly pub. I heard he drank about 6 to 10 schooners every night.
(each time I blog the story will go back and forth from generations. Previous post was third generation).
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