Where do i start?? my wonderful dad, He grew up with 1 sister Flo and a brother Alec. They did'nt have much back then, so my dad left school at the tender age of 12 to work and help provide for his family. That was my dad, worked all hour's to provide for his family. He joined the army and was stationed in various places around the world... then he met my mum and went on to have a family of his own. Jim, John, Andrew and last of all me, Babs. He did his best for all of us and even when some thing's got easier the demand's of family life ment he still worked long hour's.. through the night most of the time. Me being an adult and married myself now realise how much quality time my parent's missed out on. Maybe i have rose coloured glasses on but i had such a happy childhood. Being baby of the family and the only girl... daddy's little girl, ment i was a touch spoilt. We went everywhere together. I used to stand on his feet with my arm's around his waist and off we'd go. My wonderful dad and me!!