After the war, my Father went back to riding his motorcycle. He drove dirt tracks and liked to do tricks like jumping barrels. He belonged to a motorcycle club, and I was the club mascot. I had jodhpur pants, boots and a black leather jacket with the club logo across the back and my Father and I would ride his Harley together.
It is very difficult for a child to understand the complexities of relationships. I adored my Father and couldn't understand why everyone else didn't feel the same. When problems developed between my parents, I tended to blame my Mother. However, I loved my Mother too and understood that she was the parent whom was always there. I became a confused little girl.