Life story first entry

It must have all started about 8pm on 16th December 1970 in Odstock
Hospital Salisbury. Obviously I don't remember.
My first memory is at the age of two watching from our lounge window as my
mother walked out of an ambulance carrying my new born baby sister. As the
years have gone by I find that I no longer believe this is a true memory
and may be a construct of my imagination. Why would an ambulance bring my
mother home? Why are the roses in bloom in late February. How could a two
year old be able to see so much through a raised window?
One thing I do remember well is "shades of a monotonous tango" a crossword
clue that I heard on a summers day in Portchester. It was years later
during some quiet time in my bunk on HMS Turbulent, that I thought "cha
cha", which probably didn't fit.
I do remember walking to the vets near our house in Hawley. But I don't
remember having a cat at the time. I know that we had a ginger tom cat when
I was small (probably before I was two) and I did receive fair punishment
for constantly pulling it's tail, when I was scratched diagonally across my
face (just missing one eye). Up until recently the scars used to show when
I was hot. Now wrinkles have smoothed them out.
I also remember a walk through some nearby trees, the smell of the
decomposing forest floor (a smell that always takes me back there) and some
talk of a snake. I don't think we saw one, I expect someone else told us
that there was one nearby. Yes I can't blame my "justifiable respect" for
snakes on a chance encounter in a Surrey forest. I feel that I have always
been aware that I shouldn't be too close to them.
I do remember walking to school when we lived in Hawley, but it must have
been a nursery. I have vague memories of a fate or fayre nearby and of
going to Sunday School.
I have seen photographs of me riding a bike, but I have no memory of
learning. I do remember (in Penleigh Close Corsham) being offered the
option to ride a racing bike that was much bigger than me, then hitting the
curb on the opposite side of the road and being taken to hospital. I think
there was a problem and we had to go to several hospitals before I was
admitted. I was given a milkshake (may have been a vitamin drink of some
sort) which made me sick. According to my parents I formed a friendship
with an old man during my short stay and his ghost visited me the night he
died.
On the same street I cycled into the rear of a neighbours stationary car
(purple Renault with chrome bumpers), I quite simply was looking to my left
at my house, whilst cycling on the wrong side of the road and "Crash Bang"