When I am dead, I would like to be remembered as being the innocent victim of a conspiracy to murder by the United States government and their criminal associates. If I stop posting entries on this blog, I will only do so after that being made known here to you, the reader. -- 24/1/12 (NOTE: Blogger froze on me mysteriously and I unwittingly deleted my old welcome message, I had to make up another one.)




Monday, January 17, 2011

Childhood

Childhood.  We all had one.  Have I already said that mine was a lie?  If I haven't, then it was.  How do I put this?  I guess to my memory there were events in my early life that probably shouldn't have happened.  We can go back, but if anything changes that will be how it is.  That is my understanding of time travel.

The time when I gave up my new bike to a bully when he demanded he have it, then handed it back and said he was kidding.  Another time when a ten year old girl asked me for sex!  I don't think I believe that still.

Back in the mid-nineties, before the internet, we should have had no idea.

So, I hope I have given you a fleeting glimpse of my childhood that will likely be immortalised in cyberspace from now.
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