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When I was ten I thought my brother was God - he'd lie in bed and turn out the
light with a fishing rod. I learned the names of all his football team, aid I
still remembered them when I was nineteen.
Strange the things deal that I remember still - shouts from the playground when
I was home and ill. My sister taught me all that she learned there; when we
grow up, we said, we'd share a flat somewhere.
When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street.
Where I grow up there were no factories. there was a school and shops and some
fields and trees, and rows of houses one by one appeared. I was born in one and
lived there for eighteen years.
Then when I was nineteen. I thought the Humber would be the gateway from my
little world into the real world. But there is no real world - we live side by
side, and sometimes collide. .
When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street. It was a little world; I grew
up in a little world.
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