Here's a selection of old scanned photos that help to tell the story
of my childhood. It was a great one and my parents certainly did the
best that they could. I'm so thankful for my experiences and my family
although part of my journey was learning to look at things that way. My
own poor attitude affected me more than anything that they may or may
not have done. We can be our own worst enemy at times if we focus on
the negative and then sadly miss seeing all of the positive...
How cute were my Mum and Dad on their wedding day? Mum was 17!
My family home in Gladysdale, Victoria in the midst of renovating...
My Nanna and Pop (My mums parents), they had 8 children and came over to Australia from Holland in 1952.
My Grandma...They came over from England in the early 50's. My Grandpa died before I was born.
I arrived into the world on the 23rd May, 1981
Around 6 months old...
My handsome Dad...
Mum, Dad and I
My sister Sharon, me and my brother Robbie...
We
took my brother to Tasmania to play in a tennis competition...it was my
first (and last for a long time) time on an aeroplane. Although coming
from a non-religious family, I apparently looked out of the plane
window and asked why I couldn't see God. Haha.
Me at Phillip Island...I'm guessing I'm about 4yo.