This is one of my favorite memories of my boyhood—of standing by the
seashore, watching the sun go down, and then racing home to my mother. Our
house was in a street called Mosque Street, and it was built by my father. I was
born in this house on 15 October 1931. In fact, I am told that I was the first child
to be born in this house! I was the youngest of all my siblings.