ONE - My beginning…
Looking back…it must have been the early 80's I was just a young boy no more than three years old growing up with a respectable family, my family.
From my earliest memories my father has always been compelled and fixed on his goals, his duties, always trying to steer me from trouble, to do what's best for me. As a consequence of his ideals I would spend most of my time alone without many friends to corrupt or influence me. My mother and father my primary companions would alternate playing, talking and comforting me around there homely duties.
In my earliest years as a toddler we lived in a place I only knew as home, where the sun seemed to shine endlessly, the constant aroma of fresh cool air with a mixture of fruity scents that never ceased to make me smile as I would draw in my regular morning deepest breaths ever, the scent would waft around me every morning and still be just as punduant at bedtime where it was compulsory to draw in the deepest and last breath of the day.
Our house was a very simple, stand-alone two level brick building, with the ground floor mainly open plan. I could call over to mum from the living room whilst she was preparing evening meals or cleaning in the kitchen "Hungry Mumma" I would say, welcomed by the most adhering and loving smile a child could wish for, as if a switch inside her had been flicked from routine to purpose, a sense of belonging washed over her as she sprung to life. By now my mother knew almost telepathically what my favourite foods were and wouldn't hesitate to prepare these scrumptious mouth watering dishes at my beckon call.
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Edward Gee Humphrey
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