1971

Gum trees tall and imposing , stood over the street. I was always looking out the back window of the car. Someone new to visit , someone to look at. A mist fills the valley, its cold. 

I guess its my first memory, looking up at the therapist. Following her finger, from side to side. Each time rewarded with a smile. My smile back to her was filled with love and seeking approval  `good boy` she would say. my mother was not within earshot to celebrate my victory.

My parents named me  ` Emperor Hirohito ` as my hair was black and my eyes crossed.