My mother was 4th gen Canadian on her fathers side, maybe more on her mothers. Her father’s line/name came from Ireland.
My father was 2nd gen English by way of Ceylon/Sri Lanka. His fathers line/name came from a small town in Holland whose name is part of my name.
Somehow my parents met, either here or there, and got married in England. Then, either my dad, or both of them, were in the British Royal Navy and got stationed at a Navy base outside Melbourne Australia. Then I was born in 55.
That is how I came to be sitting ground level at a Rugby game, orsome form of Aussie rules football with my parents. I was 3. My father was a trainer of some sort and there was an issue on the other side of the field and he went over. They were off the other side so play continued. Then I decided I wanted to be with my dad so I took off right across the field. Don’t know how far I got but when I looked up, there was all these giants and one of them was punting some kind of ball. I took off back to my mother faster than many people have ever run.
It was destiny that I would go on to play some kind of football. Also to run fast