Born in 1946 in South Yorkshire, the son of a steelworker. This is my life. The life of a young Tyke. The 50s and 60s are often referred too as the "Good Old Days". I beg to differ. A more appropriate title I think would be "The Days When People Cared".After loosing my memory following a brain injury at the age of 67, and then being told by the surgeon, that my memory may never fully return, was a shock. The saying " you never know what you had till...