On Wednesday 27th September 1967 I woke up feeling tense. My holiday at Pat’s was over. Two weeks’ of freedom and happiness were at an end. Soon I would be leaving the haven where I felt wanted and accepted. Pat was like a sister to me, the village had become my village, and the village children were my friends. That morning I felt like a teenager, about to leave home for the first time. Before me was a hostile world and a terrifying, unknown future. I felt totally unprepared for what might lie ahead.
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