The very first thing she did when we moved in was to run into the garden, hands in the air, as if she’d just scored the winning goal in a cup final and shouted, “I just love this garden!” She turned to me with the broadest of smiles and said, “It’s ours. It’s actually ours.” She said that...

Never discount the life of a memory, even though experienced at a very young age. Here I am in my 80's and I still remember vividly many incidents from well before age three. I was just a few months older than three, reared by a single mom, and living in a big two story house in Dallas with my...