I have a vague memory about being in a place that i think could have been Auschwitz when i was about 4 years old.

I just wonder how many people take their children off on vacation to a place like that?

This was after my mother had divorced her first husband and left the two other children with him to get married with my stepfather. I guess he(stepfather) was the one who wanted to see it, but i am just saying how many children do you think go to places like this when they are so young?

I am not 100% sure that is where we were, i know we went to Brussels so it might have been on that journey? This is many years ago and i only tell you the story to emphasize that when you don`t have the whole family around you during upbringing, the childhood becomes amputated and different from what it was meant to be.