Memoirs of life in the box

I remember a time long ago, long before I had seen the wonder of streets awash with lights and the marvel of satellite and the Internet, long before I learnt to stop believing in magic and to fear people. Dad was always busy then, he thought he needed to give us a better life, and he did I suppose. Mum was always smiling, and thought a family should do this and should do that. She would put her hands gently atop both our heads and say to us “you must remember, as a family to always have a meal together, … Continue reading Memoirs of life in the box