I’ve got this thing going at the moment in my head. New enquiries that make me think about me and my past.
Jon asked me remember a time today from my childhood that really stood out. What came to mind was when I was riding my trike. I must have been 6 or 7ish. I had one of those 3 wheel trikes that was blue and had red handlebars.
This particular memory I was riding the bike really hard into the wall at the end of the close. I remember wanting to come off it and have a really bad accident and break something. (I clearly wasn’t hinking about the consequences and the pain of a broken limb – I just wanted it because nothing really exciting ever happened to me, always to others – I just wanted a bit of the limelight).