At the age of three your dad and I parted for a while. We had gone to my mums, a neighbours children were there. One of the girls went to run out crying because there was some kind of upset at home. You put your arms around her and stopped her going. You wanted to be one of the men, so when your stepgrandad would be talking shop outside the back door you would be there standing between them arms folded. His stepgrandad was the only male he knew in the family.