‘Naive and confused, I became convinced I must be special’ Skipping, playing tag, riding bikes... As a kid, the summer evenings seemed endless.
I was 10, my sister Amy was 7, and we’d enjoyed a carefree childhood in our quiet, suburban cul-de-sac.
That year - 2004 - Alan Goodwin, then 45, and his wife moved into the house opposite.
I’d taken no notice of the couple until my parents became friendly with them. But, soon, Amy and I tagged along to theirs most Friday nights.
I trusted him
At first, it was fun. Alan was funny, always joking and friendly. Sometimes, he’d pick me up, give me cuddles on his lap. I trusted him.
Alternating weekend gettogethers, our place was always bustling. The house full, you’d often bump into someone…
