Tell your children — life is an open book

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.

I still remember lying down on my bed and reading those opening words to JD Salinger’s Catcher In The Rye for the first time. They reached out from somewhere and dragged me into a world I didn’t know existed at that young age.

For years, my parents tried, to varying success and failure, to get me into reading. Dyslexia disrupted that journey.

I found books static and boring. I loved the outside world of activity and adventure. Climbing…

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