Déjà vu

Childhood
I've just returned from a walk into town. On the way back, I decided to take a short detour via a road that I thought I had never been along before, despite living here for most of my life.

As I did so, I was overwhelmed by a sense of déjà vu, taking me way back to my childhood in the 1960s. Whether I had in fact been along that road in my childhood, or whether (more likely) its barely altered Victorian and Edwardian houses simply reminded me of so many streets I knew when I was a child, I could not say.

What has this little story got to do with family law? Well, not a lot, but the experience naturally triggered memories of my childhood generally. I was lucky enough to have a very happy childhood, growing up in a close family, with a sense of absolute security. Unfortunately, as all family lawyers know, not all children are so lucky.

Of course, the fact that I grew up to be a no-good bum should not be seen as any reflection of the childhood that my parents provided for me...

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