I was active, involved in sports, in politics, social events. I was into so many things. When I look back, if there weren’t photographs, I couldn’t believe I did all those things.
Miri was withdrawn. Daddy called her a ‘non’; a non swimmer, non bike rider, non ball player; whatever I was into, she was not.
As we lived in a child friendly area, with dozens of kids, so many activities, I only saw Miri at meals then in bed at night.
I don’t know if I can explain it better; yes, we lived in the same house, slept in the same room, but had different ‘worlds’.
If I had not been a friendly, active kid, with a ‘whole life’ outside of the house, then maybe Miri and I would have been closer. But from the moment I sprang out of bed and had breakfast, I was out of the house.
If it were a weekday, I was at school, then after school activities. I came home for dinner, then out until called.
If it was a weekend, a holiday, a vacation, I was out after breakfast, called for lunch, out, called for dinner and out; until called for bed time.
I was what they call a ‘free range’ child.