WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS LANGUAGE AND RECOLLECTIONS THAT MAY CAUSE OFFENCE
Is that a Chair Growing out of your arse dad? was phrase often levelled at me, by my daughter whilst I toiled away, day after day night after night, attempting to write my memoirs in time for her wedding in September 2008. I thought it would make a nice little keepsake for her and hopefully anymore 'little Sheils's' that her marriage would spurn, unfortunately I never did complete them, but I have made a start and hopefully there is a few more years in me yet, so when the mood takes my intention is to continuing adding to the memoirs. I have published the following chapters for your enjoyment. I am not a writer and have written the events as I recalled them, I accept there may be inaccuracies but it is just my recollection of life growing up in the sixties, seventies, and eighties. My memoirs do contain STRONG LANGUAGE as I felt it necessary to articulate the memoirs and truly reflect my recollections and feelings as I recalled them. Hope you enjoy.
Is That a Chair Growing Out of Your Arse Dad?
A Scouse Childhood
by
Peter Sheils
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First published in 2009 by lulu.com
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Acknowledgments
I started writing down memories about my early life back in 1983, following the birth of my first child. His birth had a profound effect on me and was without doubt the proudest moment of my life. My intention then was to create a piece of living history for him, so he would know his roots and be able to make sense of his identity. Unlike myself who has never been able to ask questions about my past, for fear of upsetting people, or receiving untruths or biased opinions. Over the years I attempted to establish 'what really happened' and spoke to family members, unfortunately personal differences, deaths, and to be honest apathy, prevented me from completing this project earlier.
Peter Sheils