We went from snowman to romance
Emma Griffiths, 30, Reading
Knocking on the door, I took a deep breath and flashed my best smile.
‘Is Dale coming out to play?’ I asked the man who answered the door.
‘Dale, Emma’s here,’ he shouted back into the house.
Moments later, a little boy my age appeared behind his father’s leg.
‘OK,’ he said, pulling on his coat.
It was December 1997 and when I’d woken
