Part 1 I’m a ‘Wuss’. Or so says my dad. No, I’m not an abused child, down trodden by my father. He is, in fact, right.- I am a ‘Wuss’. He was there when I stood and watched in fear as my whole family went on the Corkscrew at Alton towers, screaming that “they wereContinue reading “Chapter 9 The island (I’m a Wuss)”
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Chapter 5: 2000 miles of Happiness
It started with an idea, and ended in 2000 miles of Happiness. If you could stretch your arms, reach and touch whatever you wanted to, what would it be? Would you tickle under the arms of the statue of liberty? Or would you touch the Northern star? If you could have a thought and withContinue reading “Chapter 5: 2000 miles of Happiness”
A narrow escape 