One of my first memories is my maternal Grandmother sitting me on her knee and singing to me "he comes to our window and whistles me out, his hands in his pockets his shirt hanging out, but still I love I'll forgive him, I'll go with him wherever he goes" I must have been about 3 at the time and she probably always sang to me. My Father then encourage me to sing in the back on the car especially on long journeys (all of 30 miles to visits Grandparents)I had to sit diddle for middle between my sister and brother.