by Chloe - 16 June 2011
My grandparents lived in a secluded hamlet in the countryside of England. My parents would let me stay with them for a week at a time from a pretty young age. I liked this a lot because it afforded me a privacy that I didn’t get at home. It seemed like my grandmother was always in the kitchen and my grandad was always gardening. This meant I was safe upstairs, as long as I came down for meals when called.
Discovering Hidden Treasure continues »
by Chloe - 10 June 2011
They made me play rugby at the boys’ school; when I was seven. I hated the nasty pointless game. But there was an upside. It seemed like a good opportunity to get injured.
Rugby continues »
by Chloe - 8 June 2011
Like most people, I started off as a bedwetter. Like most people, I stopped. Then I started again when I was seven years old. It wasn’t deliberate; it happened while I was asleep; it happened every night; it seemed like it was right. I didn’t stop again until I was thirteen years old.
Bedwetting continues »
by Chloe - 2 June 2011
I wanted one of those toboggans which can go pretty fast. One Christmas it appeared underneath the tree. I’m estimating my age was double digit but pre-teen. It seemed like most kids would sit upright on such things with their feet on the bar in front. I discovered that one could go substantially faster by lying face down, head first.
Fun on a Toboggan continues »
by Elisabeth - 31 May 2011
Every day in the winter on my way to elementary school I would pass a shop where an older guy would sharpen skis, adjust the binding etc. I would always peak through the shop window. The guy was a bellow elbow amputee.
Practical Limb continues »