When I was born, June was already 13 years old. So it was probably hard for her to have me come along, as she was the baby of the family, but instead of being jealous, she looked after me. I only know the stories that she told me, but she used to take me to a child minder on her way to school, and pick me up later. I spent a lot of my young life with her, as she looked after me. I had a swing in between the kitchen and living room, and when she had her friend Terry round, they used to play music, and I was happy to swing back and forth listening to it... the songs I remember them playing over and over were.. the Foundations.. 'Build me up, buttercup' and a LOT of Beatles songs.. (well it was the 60's) Mainly 'HEY JUDE' which has ALWAYS been the song I think of June most when I hear playing. Which became significant at her Wedding to Paul later on. Some things that dont sound good, but again are still memories of June, are when I used to annoy her as she was trying to put makeup on.. I supppose it was my way of stopping her getting ready to go out.. but must have been annoying to a teenager.. she would say 'I'll burn you' (with her cigarette).. she never did or ever would.. but it had the desired affect, and I gave her back her makeup :) On my 9th birthday June had my ears pierced for me.. and it hurt.. but June said... 'you have to suffer pain to be beautiful' and that is something she always said. I recall vaguely June meeting Steve when I was around 3 or 4, and suddenly June wasnt all mine anymore, which at that age was ok, but I suppose I found it harder as I got a bit older, and when she married him when I was about 10, it was as though my world had ended. I just could not cope her not being at home anymore. I cried at her wedding... not because of the usual reasons people cry.. but because I felt a loss. As time went on, and I realised I could still spend a lot of time with June, things became better... I hadnt lost her, but more gained a lovely home to go and stay with her. In 1979, when she was pregnant with Sonia, I still wanted to be like her, so I made her take me to C&A in Stevenage, and buy me a maternity dress, so I could dress like her... I got the mickey taken out of me big time.. but I didnt care, as long as I looked like June!!!! When the baby came along, on 27th June 1979 I was (of coarse) staying at Junes, and I was so excited that she had given birth to Sonia. But the excitement soon turned to jealousy, as I thought June wouldnt love me anymore. I cried lots, but June reassured me that she had enough love for everyone, so I was ok, and went on to help look after Sonia, I learnt to help with feeds, and nappy changing. And when June was tired, I would love taking Sonia out in her pram for long walks. All I wanted to do was help June with everything. Later June was expecting again, and had Aaron on 12th July 1980. We had to keep an eye on Sonia, as she was jealous of Aaron, but she soon adapted, and it was as though he had always been there. They were June's life, but I still used to babysit them both now and then, so June could have a break and go out. As I became older and a teenager, I didnt spend as much time with June as I would of liked, due to work and other stuff. But even though I didnt always see her, we always chatted on the phone. I could tell her anything and everything, and she always gave me advice.. most of which I didnt listen to, as I thought I knew best. June moved later on, and I still used to go and see her, and felt we never lost the bond we had, even though most of the time it was only phone calls we shared. Im glad to say, in all our years together, we never had one cross word, and that was because June was a loving, and lovely person. Never had a bad bone in her body.