Born not too far from Sherwood Forest, I got to visit and play with Robin. But by the age of five it was all but over. The family was off to Canada for a new life and new opportunities. I think we were all very happy to leave the relatives behind. Maybe Mom not so much. All I can remember is the sweet shops ... and the wonderful smell of oil, leather and wood in my uncles Jag. All else is gone.
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