I am crazy stupid irrationally proud of my two sons.
Not because they’re academic geniuses, or outstanding sportsmen, or the most popular kids in their schools – by any of the standards that the world usually measures adolescent success, my boys are pretty average.
But they are both happy, contented, loving young men who treat their fellow human beings with kindness and respect. They view the world with constant fascination (particularly Small Man), enjoy spending time with us and each other, and fill our lives with joy and laughter.
Big Boy, who is now at university, is a writer. He is yet to be published, but that doesn’t change what he is. He writes all the time, and has done so since he was five. I recently came across a story he wrote a few years ago for an English project at school. At the time he was just fifteen years old, and this was the first piece he’d produced that he was reasonably happy with.
Because I am a crazy stupid irrationally proud mother, and because I feel like you’re all part of my village, I asked him if I could share his work with you. It’s quite long, so please don’t feel you need to read it if that’s not your thing. But if you’d like to, then I hope you enjoy it as much as Pete and I did.
And if you’re a major publishing house and would like to offer Big Boy a book deal (ok, so I’m an optimistic crazy proud mother), please leave him a comment below.
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