Perhaps hypnosis or magic mushroom guided tour could revive my memory of my early years. As I am not presently afflicted with multiple psychiatric difficulties perhaps those early years were fine. I am told by my mother and father I relished playing in the dirt alone with my dinky toys. I could play for hoursContinue reading “The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous: The Final Version: Chapter Two: Growing Up”
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