The Beginning.

Whenever I think of my childhood and the stories I remember as a child, they always start at 12. I’m certain that my 12th year wasn’t quite as full as my stories would suggest. It’s just my ‘go to’ age. I am sure there’s some psychological reason as to why they always start at 12, or perhaps it’s just become habit, but needless to say I am not a psychologist nor am I that invested into finding out why I start there. It just is.

I have some awesome stories…well, at least, I think they are awesome. I was an adventurous kid and often did things that, if caught, would have gotten me into some serious shit but I hardly ever got caught.

So, here are some of my stories. More for me, than you, but perhaps I can put them all together and work out my own age timeline.