Having progressed from crawling to walking to being regally conveyed in a carriage to riding a tricycle to running, I began to have to address new and more relevant ways of personal transportation as I grew older. I was able to occasionally borrow, however briefly, a bicycle from an understanding friend. Late in August one year, I was riding on the sidewalk in front of Robertson’s house, when I lost my balance and fell to my right. I threw my right arm out to “break” my fall.
My dad got me interested in plastic modelling, building Airfix Series 1 bagged ships. I remember watching him at the kitchen table, building “The Golden Hind” or “The Great Western”. He was working on a model of “The Revenge” (What? Sir Francis Drake had another ship?) when his second son, your humble scribe, decided to work on it while Dad was away at work. I managed to make the maindeck melt and sag, through over liberal application of glue. I’m sure he was disappointed, but I did live to tell the tale.
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