Well, Norah my father was in the army. I led a peripatetic childhood, I went to 8 primary schools and like so many army children went to boarding school at 11, paid for by the army, to ensure I stood a chance of getting a decent education and passing some exams.
It worked so well for me, that I went to university, got a job in London and left home at 21 to share a flat with friends. I had a record player, not a Dansette and a collection of records, mainly classical. The holiday in Majorca came when DH and I married. He had a cousin married to a Majorcan.
My background is very different to yours Norah, but that makes it no better and no worse, just different. I married much later, 24, and had children even later, 28 & 30. Again, not better, not worse, just different.
The joy of living is knowing the variety of experiences of other people's lives. I remain endlessly curious about everything. DH says that when I die, the word he will have inscribed on my tombstone is the word 'Why' because it precedes so much of what I say and is the word I use most frequently.