I'm in my 50s. It was just last night that I mentioned to my family how my Dad told me when I was a child that the best part of a chicken was the 'Parson's Nose' which is basically the small nobby arse lump. And that's the crummy bit of meat I got while they had the breast meat etc.

Over the years there have been so many things I've remembered from my childhood that at the time I accepted as normal but now realise meant my parents (adoptive parents) just didn't like children. Another example was how my parents would drive with me to a pub for a meal and they'd go inside to eat, but leave me locked in the car with a bag of crisps. I mentioned this to friends recently thinking all parents did that in the 70s and they said no - that was not normal.

I now have a lovely family of my own so I'm not going to let these things bother me, but it's proving a fascinating process of realisation.