Isnt there a lot of wicked, horrible people about. My heart goes out to all that have had evilness inflicted on them as a child.
I have another memory which is a bit gorry.
At the age of 10 my youngest brother had a paper round, i was 15yrs and was looking after him and my sister while dad was at work. Mum didnt live with us. It was winter and my brother was doing his paper round, he walked in the front door, blood gushing from his head and callasped. I didn't have a clue what to do. After i finished screaming i phoned an ambulance and went to the hospital with him, his head wrapped in bath sheets. I phoned dad at his work from the hospital and eventually he came. I met him outside and told him which room he was in. Feeling squeezy myself i stayed outside for a bit of fresh air. When i went back to the room where my brother was there was no sign of dad. I asked the nurse that was stitching my brothers head up if she had seen him. She laughed, a lot, and said he was in the next room. I went to see and sure enough there he was. He had passed out at the sight of all the blood and the needle, banged HIS head and was laying there unconscious on the bed surrounded by doctors.
My brother was ok and was able to go home, but dad had to stay in overnight for observation.
I had then to look after him and my sister til he came home the following day.
Its funny looking back at it now, and i always remind dad about it at every opportunity they is.