Or, at least, I thought I hadn't known. It turns out that I had at the time but the information has somehow got lost along the way. Jez, who's ten years older than I am, recounted to me what our last days in England were like. We were going to be evicted from our house two weeks after departure date! If we hadn't left when we did, we would have been literally homeless! I knew we'd left our house with the mortgage. I knew that the feeling was that we were going to the land of milk and honey. But I hadn't known things were so dire. I hadn't thought I'd known.
But a ten year old me had made a poster saying "Thanks a lot" with a tear. A keepsake for the repossession people.
HOW can I not remember this? Just what happened to this lost memory?
I have discovered I am excellent at blocking or subverting my memory. Is this good or bad? I suppose the good thing is that I have mainly good memories of England. But the bad thing is that I've lost a whole lot of background information. Now I wonder what else I've managed to lose in this labyrinth of my mind. And do I really want to know?