32 years later...

Last week on our drive to the British seaside with our children, I asked hubby to make a detour to a little place called Great Ayton. I remembered having been there as a kid a fair bit.
To go with my very strange upbringing with a grandmother, a great grandmother and the idea that all men were bastards (in a nutshell), we also had a towing caravan despite having no car. I know. Barmy.
But my gran would often pay an aquaintance to tow the caravan to a place for a week or so. (I would spend the whole journey turning around, convinced the thing had fallen off and no one would have noticed!). That was the big holiday for us. And sure enough one of the places I recall us going to was Great Ayton.
I specifically remember having been there when I was 6. We were waiting for a bus at the side of a b road and I was holding our then dog on his lead. Digby was his name and he got his thrills from trying to attack large dogs (he was a Maltese terrier) and also liked to jump out at cars. So Digby decided to take this occasion, August 16 1977 to join Elvis in a sad undignified journey. Digby jumped out at a double decker bus about the same time as Elvis fell off the loo. I had been holding the lead. Hubby refrains from saying I murdered the dog, but implies I threw him under the bus. I didn't. I recall my great gran lifting Digby's squashed body from the tarmac and putting him in a field away from the road. I wasn't allowed to look but I remember trying to see if his eyes had popped out. The bus did stop by the way. I don't remember if we actually got on it or not. My great gran brought back the lead but not the squashed collar. The lead was quite new. But anyway, as a then 6 year old I am sure I would never have believed that 32 years later I would be visiting from America with my hubby and 4 kids. About as alien as imagining that when I am 70 years old I will be living on a canal boat in Holland having become a Professor of Russian Economics married to a Ukranian toyboy or the like.
Probably just as unlikely but you never know....