The TV at my grandmother’s house. It was grey with wooden panels – or was that the cabinet it was in? – and next to it was a telephone on a table, one of those where you had to pull the dial around with a finger that made a noise as the dial spun back.

It felt like a full house. My grandmother’s house was a hub for the family and she had seven children – my mother and my aunts and uncles. She actually had eight children once but I never met one of them. His name was Anthony and he died. I think he was ten.

It feels, still feels, like everyone was there but that can’t be right. I might be remembering old photographs instead, like the one where my aunties had put make up on my uncle Chris and he looked embarrassed. Even my memories of that time have curved corners.

I definitely wanted a bottle of milky tea. I can see my hands stretching out for one. Everyone was watching Jaws. They close over my face as the shark swallows, Quint.

I clearly remember this but have no idea if it really happened or not because I have never asked anyone. Maybe I should call my mum and see if she remembers-
-Wow! My mother just called me! Just as soon as I had finished that sentence! Spooky.

I asked her about Jaws and she said she remembered. I was about three years old.

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