Childhood stories

I was born on 1st March 1941 in Yugoslavia. I lost my parents very early on in my childhood. I grew up on my own....

We were full of the energy and optimism of youth as we set out that day as we set off on our DofE expedition....

My friend and I were about 8 years old, we used to dash about the village on our bikes with few cares in the world....

We'd been for a walk through some woodland, down and around a valley, as we made our way back up to the car park we came upon a beautiful pool beneath a waterfall....

When I was young, we used to go visit some family friends of ours in the country. I had a bit of a crush on the girl (Lisa) who was my age which probably contributed to a bit of an outburst ....

We were all young and naive once right?

During my early years, I used to spend most afternoons at my mate Rob's place who conveniently lived a few doors down the road....