Danny The Champion of the World
by
Roald Dahl
When I was four months old, my mother died suddenly and my father was left
to look after me all by himself…
I had no brothers or sisters.
So all through my boyhood, from the age of four months onward, there was just
two, my father and me.
We lived in an old gypsy caravan behind a filling station. My father owned
the filling station and the caravan and a small meadow behind, but that was
about all he owned in the world. It was a very small filling station on a
small country road surrounded by fields and woody hills.
While I was still a baby my father washed me and fed me and changed my diapers
and did all the millions of other things a mother normally does for her child.
That is not an easy task for a man, especially when he has to earn his living
at the same time by repairing automobile engines and serving customers with
gasoline.
But my father didn’t seem to mind. I think that all the love he had
felt for my mother when she was alive he now lavished upon me. During my early
years, I never had a moment’s unhappiness or illness…
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