My earliest memory is of the first time I ran away. I was two years old at the time. Both my parents were working and the woman who was paid to look after my elder sister and I said I must wait until my mother came home, before going to the park The second her back was turned, I left the house and marched resolutely to the local park..[my nickname was juggernaut] I remember a pack of excited dogs running past me and feeling afraid because they were so much taller than I. I also had one busy road to cross but I eventually made it to my destination. After a hue and cry, I was found a couple of hours later, sitting in the pond and giggling to myself. That was not only my first thrashing but the last day I was left in the care of that woman. The very next day I was enrolled in the local nursery. I can still recall the excitement I felt and the smell of the place. There was an enormous rocking horse, an indoor pond and a sand pit. I thought I was in heaven. I cried when I had to leave, to start infant school, because my nursery teacher was a magical lady who never shouted or hit me. After that I became troubled and troublesome. That, of course, is a different story.