Very weirdly, my dad sent me a video the other day - he'd digitized (is that a word?) some old videocam footage from a holiday we took in the early 90s in Italy.
I was 6.
My mum was 33, the age I am now.
My dad was in law school, and my mum was home-schooling me (they had some difficulties finding a school that were a match for me, for reasons I won't go into).
We lived just outside London in my grandparents' back garden (a granny flat, not literally in the garden).
My mum didn't get on with my dad's parents, despite living 50 feet away from them. She felt trapped - in a marriage that would ultimately fall apart, basically living with and reliant on her in-laws, in a snooty village where she didn't fit in and having given up on her career to take care of me.
Looking at her in that video, she looked so, so young...
I, on the other hand, am unmarried, no kids, living on a little farm in Spain with my dog.
I wonder why... 