The change day

I remember, at nine year old, coming home to find all my toys gone, I searched cupboards, the loft, even the bin, they were gone, I was no longer a child, and the sooner I came to terms with this new fact the better.

This is how change have etched it's way onto my life, when one fact becomes another overnight. So today, I am marking another change day, fortunately or not, the change is mental, but like the disappearing toys, it is a change that marks the end of fun and invites maturity in.

Bloggers block

Suffering from complete paralysis regard writing a blog, contrary to the titles suggestion, it is not due to lack of material, but a fear of committing my (private) thoughts to words, to the net. I doubt my musing will be read by anyone, known to me or otherwise. However, I am not clear on my position regarding such openness, I guess time will tell.

-- Posted from my iPhone

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