This is an anonymous story collected from the public as part of THE WOKINGHAM ARC PROJECT.
I was the youngest of five children. My dad had one arm and he was wonderful; still riding a bike and maintaining his allotment.
Something that makes me feel alive in my local area is lots of bird sounds from my bird table in the back garden.
Home is something to keep dry, like a house.
In the future I wish to have a peaceful death.