That's how my family's story started, tightly connect it with "the Bald Hill". Where my father, standing on one knee, suggested to my mother to be his wife. Where we go on ours family birthday to celebrate it, because as mom once said: "It's almost a family member."
All these stories I've heard when I was a little boy. Mum's romantic tales about "prince" and "princess" were so fairy to me! I was growing up, stories were becoming more and more detailed. For example, my grandpa told me how he was chasing "these two luckies» with an adjustable wrench after they told him they're going to get married. Funny, sad, romantic - different stiries - a pary of my life. And this hill became one too.