Our First Dance

We were going to our first dance on the same evening my parents were attending my cousin’s twenty-first birthday party – why didn’t they invite me too; perhaps I was too young?

I was given strict instructions to catch the last bus home – I thought it unfair as my mother often told me stories of how she climbed in and out of windows to return to the Nurses’ home; there was no way I was catching the last bus.

Veronica had other ideas too; she needed me to share a taxi; after all my parents would be late after a party?

Imagine how shocked I was when my taxi pulled up behind another taxi in which my parents were travelling …………………… I really wanted to tell my mother I had enjoyed my evening!