The year was 1951. I was born seven years earlier and Renee was five.She was my first girlfriend. My first love.
It was a pretty serious relationship.
Obviously we would have been married if life hadn't intervened and we'd forgotten all about each other.
I hadn't seen her or known anything about her until a few days ago.
She'd been advised to look at The Flying Tortoise blog as she and her husband had just bought their first housetruck.
She emailed me.
You won't remember me I expect.
I was five or six and you were a couple of years older. Our mothers were good friends when we were children back in Eastbourne. Here's some photos of you and I at my parent's place in Totora Street.
Remember her! My first love!
As though it was yesterday...
