The word Perfect

Why do I hate it?

Growing up I was lucky. Extremely lucky. I was bless to have my childhood during the 80’s and 90’s. Looking back now as an adult I am grateful.

The world we live in now is ridiculous. I loved my childhood. I had both my parents who worked hard but I never noticed just how hard. We had a lovely house opposite a park, and I used to play there for hours without supervision ( that’s what you could do quite safely back then).

It felt like the perfect childhood. I was lucky. But, as a adult nearly 40 years later I’m not going to call it…