I remember folding clothes and, I think, nappies, with my mother. I was very young – six? She told me I was showing her that I was a responsible older brother. Later, she gave me a new toy as a reward. I hated it. It was a serpent man-creature that stuck out it’s tongue and eye-tentacles when you lifted a lever in its back. Nonetheless, I carried it with me because I was proud that my actions had received praise.
-2 August 2015
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