those who created me
those who taught me
those who loved me
and
those who encouraged me
My childhood was without doubt a privileged one, there is no other word for it, I'm not ashamed of it, then it wasn't privileged in the sense that instantly comes to mind. It was more that I had exposure to so much of life, so much more than many of my contemporary.
For this I can thank my parents, who's own complex and at times bizarre story molded me into the man I became.
Seven Up
In the film by Michael Apted, the narrator begins.......
"Give me the boy at seven, and I will show you the man."
As far back as I can remember my mind enquired and I was never content with "because" as an answer, my eyes looked for all things new, my ears listened and I associated sounds including music with all and my imagination took me to far off places, times and as any other person I desired. I read my collection of reference books over and over again, I prefered Finding Out to Beano andmaking things to watching television. My favourite book for a long time was The Big Book of Things to Do and Make, what I wouldn't give to see that again.
As I said before.... privileged.
This isn't so much a story of me but rather a piece on the social history of post war Britain and its children.
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Geoff Frith
January 2008
As with all collections of stories, some of the names will be changed, the rest however, will be the truth.
