“There was a Boy whose name was Jim.”
So begins the first story I read aged eighteen months, my voice recorded on an old cassette now stashed in some drawer. But my first memory’s of revisiting my birthplace two years and a week later. I remember the toy car I was told she’d bought me and my first ride in a lift; doors closing on one scene to reopen on another. This was magic! My first trip in a TARDIS! I rode that lift up and down all afternoon whilst my newborn sister spent her first day in the world.
