Nazareth House – my first memory.

on the rock
Me on the rock

This story is about my first memory of childhood. I remember all the wrong things.  I remember white linen, sliding down an elephant’s back, ripping my knickers and flattening a fairy called Annabelle.

Read it in the nonfiction section of the side bar.

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