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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