The first phone I remember as a child was our red dial phone. I remember practice dialling our home phone number on it numerous times. It sat in the corner of our kitchen bench. I remember the bench, the stools we used to climb up on to eat meals, mum cooking on the other side of that bench, our small black-and-white TV, the one I used to watch “Thunderbirds” on at 6am before anyone else was awake. Lots and lots of childhood memories…..
Phones have come a long way since then. And so has my life.