YOUR real-life stories
Standing in the shallow end of the pool, I hurled the beach ball to my dad, Eric, then 35.
‘Good throw!’ he encouraged, catching it. I was five and we were on holiday.
Every year we’d go away – just me, Dad and my mum, Jill, then 28.
It meant that I was away from my moody older half-brother, Ian, then 12.
Mum’s son from a previous relationship, Ian always made me feel on edge when he was around.
With Dad working long hours as a truck driver, Ian often babysat
