• I grew up in a crematorium - we learned not to look too alive in front of the mourners

    12 days ago - By The Guardian

    It was a regular family home - just one in which I learned not to run around the garden when the funeral processions passed, and to jump over, never on, any bluish grey powder I might find When I was eight, roller skates were things you stepped into while wearing your outdoor shoes. They had laced, red leather toe-pieces that you pushed your shoes into, and red straps to buckle round your ankles. Two chunky black wheels sat either side of your toes, and two either side of your ankles. The metal base could be shortened or lengthened as needed. The skates made a loud clacking noise and...
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