One of my earliest memories is camping with my family up in the Scottish Highlands and it was always so frikken cold and windy there. We all went for a family walk up the rolling hills and we came across an old farm tractor. Janie, my older sister ran ahead of me to sit in the driver's seat. I was little so I obviously couldn't run as fast. I threw a tantrum because Janie was hogging the tractor seat and steering wheel. I must've been about 2 years old. I eventually got my turn in the drivers seat and turning the steering wheel. Later in the day, karma came to bite me and I fell face first into a fresh Highland Coo Patty (aka Cow Shite).Lovely!
After that, I remember clearly being in the Bellfield (Scotland) post office standing in the queue and asking my mum "Mum, How Old Are You?". My mum replied "I'm 34". So I must've been about 4 years old. I remember the dark little cramped post office like it was yesterday, the people, the mumbling of people's chatter, the smells, the Royal Mail posters on the walls, the warmth of holding my mum's hand. She had long strawberry blonde hair then and I thought she looked so pretty that day!
