Well i have another story to share quickly before i blog full sordid details of my 'holiday'.
I found out just before i left that i have a major repressed memory from my childhood and am wondering now how it has affected me now.
when i was in about year 5 or 6 (1975 or 76) i went on a school camp to the south,not sure exactly sure where but probably on the central coast somewhere. A boy from another school was digging in a sand dune and it collapsed on him. All us kids had to try and dig for him. The first thing that appeared was a purple arm, he had passed over. I dont know why but i have absolutely no recollection of this although i was there, definately. Apparently the aftermath was horrendous (of course).
I am dumbfounded that i do not remember this at all, though i have a twigging of memory and an image in my mind of a purple arm in the sand.
how is this affecting me now.
(so much seems to be coming up lately for me, so much to deal with and remember)