I remember being a little kid and speaking to my Mom.
“Mom, I’m never leaving home”
“Ah you’ll want to leave me at one point”
“No Mom I love you too much, I’m never leaving”
“Well you’re not going to want to stick around in Wolverhampton for the rest of your life, you’re better than that.”
“I will Mom, I never want to leave.”
This attitude continued for a while. Once I went on a cub scout camp for two days and cried because I missed home so much. The same happened when I went to France with school when I was 11. I could never imagine leaving home, Wolverhampton was where I wanted to be.
I don’t know exactly when my mind-set changed but change it did.
I went to a normal run of the mill secondary school in Dudley. It was just very normal, painfully normal. It was…
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