March 15th,1954...6.00am...my mother gave one final push and propelled me into this life.1
The grounds of the maternity home were covered in a crisp white dusting of early morning frost and exhaled breath hung suspended like tiny clouds in the frozen air.2
My first few gulps of oxygen rich air spurred me to cry out in anger...for the first time I was no longer contained within the warmth and safety of my mothers womb, I was alone in the world, clutching wildly in search of comfort, and so my life would continue into the unknown.
Author notes
This is the first few lines of what I hope will be a resume of my life with glimpses of my past and visions of my future.
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