When I was a child in the sixties I had two parents and so did all my friends.
My parents, especially my dad were much older than all my friends parents and I had step-brothers and a step-sister who were the same age as many of my friends mums and dads. My actual, big sister was glamorous and grown up with her winkle-picker shoes, beehive hairdo and boyfriends.
This made me different, not very, but definitely different.
