Oh yes ever since I was a little girl things just happened to me, and not good things either, the first memory of me worrying was when my mom sent me to get the family allowance and I lost the book on the way home, I was shishing it I can tell you, those where the days when you got a bloody good hiding for misdeeds and there were no bleeding heart do-gooders anywhere in sight to save you.
I sat in the park worrying my little head off and praying, (I knew that God existed because they told me so at sunday school)in the end I trudged home dragging my feet all the way to face the wrath of mom, (who was Irish red hair and all who threatened to skelp us on a daily basis) don't get me wrong I loved my mom to bits, and trust me if she said get in the house you were in the house before she finished speaking, aaaaaah Irish mammy's they are the best in the world.
Any way I digress, I finally arrived home and my mom said, "so you lost my family allowance book didn't you (I was convinced she knew by magic) er yes sorry mommy, it turns out some kind soul found it and brought it back to my mom, bless them, and I got away with a telling off, but it started me off on my praying to God when things go backside upwards for me (which is very often).
I must get back to work now, but trust me I will tell you more about my years tomorrow.