I have a very fond memory of a day when I was very young.  We had got off a bus in Shirley precinct and I saw a toy in the window of the old toy shop that I really, really wanted. Mum said we couldn’t get it as we didn’t have time; she needed to go to work so had to drop me off to nan’s flat quickly.


I tried to convince her of her mistake as we walked along.  I was walking backwards and earnestly explaining why the roboskull spaceship toy was such an important thing when I smacked straight into a metal traffic pole.


I remember falling over and crying and my mum comforting me as I limped along to my nan’s flat. Mum stayed a while to check I was ok and then headed off to work.


However, 10 minutes later there was a knock at the door and my mum had arrived back with that toy. I was so happy.  It was always one that I loved to play with.