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How to escape from my refuge!
How to escape from my refuge! Escape?... The question strikes me like a bolt from the blue. Whilst other children of my generation, back in the 1960s, no doubt fantasised…
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My Tactile Journey to Celia and the Grimms.
There are memories that do not enter through the eyes, but remain etched on the fingertips. For many, childhood is a colourful photo album; for me, my first ten years were a…
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The Architect of My Dreams.
I close my eyes and the first sound that comes to mind is not the traffic of present-day Caracas—which now lies miles away—but the rhythmic clang of a trowel against the concrete…
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If time were a thread: The December I would change to save a life.
The question posed to us by the Silver Bloggers community this week has struck me like a distant yet persistent echo. Would you like to be able to relive moments from your past…
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Why has my heart always stayed positive?
There was something magnetic about the sound of chalk scraping against the green blackboard. Whilst other children saw algebra as a maze of obstacles or a dead language designed…
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The Labyrinth of my First Job.
When our friends at Silver Bloggers @hive-106316 launched the challenge to talk about our first job, I stared at the screen for a long time.…
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When the Heart is Renewed at Seventy.
Sitting in front of the large window in my home in Canada, I watch the landscape transform with patience that only the years have allowed me to understand. Turning seventy is not…
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The day Math made me daring.
**It was 1968. At the time, I was a 13-year-old teenager with boundless energy, lofty dreams, and a natural aptitude for numbers that sometimes got me into trouble. I was…
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I remember my first day of school as if it were yesterday.
I remember my first day of school as if it were yesterday At my age, lucid, I remember my first day of school as if it were yesterday. That first day of school at the San…