"Sooner or later, somehow, anyhow, I was bound to write a novel. It seems vain to ask why. Men are born with various manias: from my earliest childhood, it was mine to make a plaything of imaginary series of events; and as soon as I was able to write, I became a good friend to the paper-makers."Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

Thursday, 7 June 2012

I Am Born


Chapter 1 : I Am Born.

On May 18th, 1980, Mount St Helens erupted. One year on there was a different sort of eruption as I burst into the world and turned it on its end. I was the proud owner of “a fine pair of lungs”, according to my Father. I certainly put them to use. If my older sisters are to believed, I cried so much that no-one saw my face until I was 18 months old – just my gaping mouth. I completed our family – the biological part anyway. Imagine the shock when she was proclaimed 5 months pregnant almost 5 years after being declared infertile. A bittersweet gift considering my arrival put an end to the adoption of the son my father had always hoped for. I never got to meet my 'brother', he was taken away a month before my birth to 'make room' for me. Silly really – in our house there was always room for one more.

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