Like many others I recall being in a dark blue pram, on a cold wet dark evening, facing my mother, who was pushing it, but there was a dark blue lined with cream shiny apron thing protecting me from the rain, which was pouring down. She was wet-haired, I was nice and dry. I could see a few street lights, far below, from the raised road we were on. Otherwise it was dark, and she was out of breath pushing me up a steep, bumpy road.
She got rid of that particular pram ( Tan -Sad) she identified it as, shortly after my second birthday, passing it on to her sister, who had just given birth to my eldest cousin, but it was before Christmas that year. That's the earliest I can firmly pin.
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