Like just about every other teenager, I had never listened to my parent's warnings about doing things the "right way." I went about doing everything my way, and eventually suffered the consequences. I had been involved with sports, and I spent the summers doing manual labor to work on my body and all. As a result I ended up with a bad back at a young age. I am sure that there are many who can relate and I have some serious periods of low back pain that make it difficult to stand up straight or to walk without difficulty. It is not something that happens all the time, but every now and then.… Weiterlesen
Lisa, Mum, and Me
"Hi mum," I said as I entered the living room. "Hi Steve," my mum smiled. She was sitting on the sofa in the spacious living room, which was at the back of the single-storey house she and I lived. "How was school?" she asked. "The usual, boring," I replied, dumping my schoolbag on the floor and kicking my trainers off. I didn't do too badly at school, and was an ace at sports, but like most fifteen-year-old boys I didn't exactly find it terribly thrilling. It was nice to be home. My mum, Helen, was thirty-eight-years-old, and had been divorced from my dad for a decade now. She had… Weiterlesen