My very first memory is all about colour and texture and smell. It is still with me 25 years later as powerfully as it was when I experienced it. I think I must have been 2 and half years old and I remember vividly sitting alongside my big father in his old green toyota and driving to the hospital  to visit my mother and my new baby sister. My father smelt of his Old Spice aftershave and the last puff of his cigarette before he got into the car.  My little feet didn't quite reach the edge of the seat and I remember my white lacy edged short socks and my red and white sandals. I was holding a bottle of orange juice and a pink wrapped tin of biscuits very tightly to my chest. They must have been gifts we were taking to my mother. I cant remember anything about the hospital, my mother or my first view of my little sister, but I have always remembered my impressions of the journey .....

Dineo