I miss my childhood

I think everyone misses there childhood in ine way or another by ny childhood was far from normal,it was one that made me the person I am today. I was there caring for someone who also cared for me, growing up quicker in ways but appreciating life more. My Mum was in a wheelchair for as long as I could remember, suffered from multiple illnesses and was looked after often by nurses, and then at the age of 15 my Dad was also started suffering with ill health too.

My childhood is filled with memories that most other children will never understand or know, ones that truly hold a place in my heart, memories that I miss and wanted to reminisce about and maybe educate others what some young carers experience. 

I miss the low rumble of my Mums nebuliser, the noise would fill the the room and slowly send me off to sleep. I miss stealing Mums wheelchair whilst she was resting and racing down the hall way until she needed it back. I miss riding on the back of my mums mobility scooter when out, Standing on two little bars at the back holding on tight whilst whizzing though the park or even hiding in the footwell part.

I miss helping the district nurse as much as I was allowed, handing her bandages and tape in gloves to big for my hands. I miss helping mum wash her hair, we had a right laugh doing this. I miss the joy of seeing my Mum had been able to transfer herself to her mobility scooter to meet me from school, the little things to others are big things to me. 

I know I mention a lot about Mum rather than Dad but he was luckily able to help himself still but