I had a very happy childhood and my earliest memory is that of waiting for my dad to come home from work on his motorbike. I would wait at the top of the driveway for him to get home. He would stop and pick me up and put me on the front of the bike and we would ride down the drive together to the garage. I can still remember the feeling of excitement as I saw him riding up the road to me. It was always a thrill to sit on the tank of the Honda and feel my dad revving the engine and that is probably where my love of riding motorbikes comes from.
Dad always tried to spend time with my sister and I. Every Christmas he would dress up as Santa and we would have a party with all the kids from down my street. One year when I was 6 he was away because of work and couldn’t be there for the Christmas party. My sister and I were devastated and we both cried all the way through the party. Right at the end in walked dad dressed as Santa like always