Ceri-Ann Morgan, 28, from Cwmbran, South Wales
Splashing around in the water, the beach was a normal family outing.
With my two brothers running around Swansea Beach, my mum Agatha*, now 54, and dad, Carl, now 56, watched us from a distance.
We’d tend to go to the seaside quite a lot, and at age four, it was clear that I was a daddy’s girl.
‘You’re like his little shadow,’ Mum would always say.
And it was true – we had a great relationship.
Whether we were fishing or watching the TV together, I didn’t want to leave his side.
And with my mum working late or going out to play bingo of an evening, it meant that Dad had responsibility for the night.
‘Bath time!’ he smiled.
And Dad would always try and make it a fun experience.
With floating toys and entertaining stories, I could feel my eyes getting heavier by the second – a routine that I was familiar with.
Lifting me out of the bath and plonking me on top of the
