Hillsborough 1989

If you mention the suburb of Hillsborough to people in a general conversation, the majority will think of the infamous disaster of 1989. Say the word Hillsborough to me and all I think of is the many happy years I experienced living in a Victorian terrace on Wynyard Road, which almost overlooks the football stadium.
I cannot believe that the 15th of April is the twenty year anniversary of the Hillsborough Disaster; coincidentally it is also the twenty year anniversary of my first days in Sheffield.
I thank god, that as a first year student nurse, I was shielded from the aftermath of horrendous crush injuries caused when the Liverpudlian fans were funnelled through to the crowded terraces at Lepplings lane.
96 people died that day and hundreds were injured. The reputation of some Liverpool fans as well as a tawdry gutter press paper were tarnished forever...and the word Hillsborough became synonymous with misery and disaster in the minds of most British people.

I was glad that the tragedy didn't affect me that much on both a professional and personal level.
Cossetted in the nursing accommodation in the leafy suburb of Broomhill, we students still inhabited that selfish, indulgent unreal world of the newly educated and regularly socialised.
My second house, bought in Hillsborough in the mid 90's was a happy, positive home . It signified for me, independence, the cementing of life long friendships and the start of my relationship with Chris.
I am so lucky....when I think of Hillsborough, I only think of the very good times