This is me around 1974. I'm sitting on the doorstep of my Nan & Granddad's house in East London. I remember that door so well because it was still on Nan's house right up until She passed away in 2011. I loved it and I swear blind its the reason behind why my favourite colour is red.
The front of my Grandparents house was always kept so immaculate. So neat, so tidy. Granddad's red roses would stand to attention as I skipped up the drive. Desperate to pick one of the bright red velvet blooms, I tried so hard to resist them. Instead, I would sit on the doorstep and admire their beauty. I knew that one day my garden would have roses just like Granddad's.
I think back to 2011, the last time I walked down Nan's drive, away from that red door. I glanced back and felt sad that Nan wasn't standing there waving me off like she usually was. I felt my eyes sting with tears as I knew it would be the last time that I ever saw that door, or my Nan again.