Autobiography
Life was difficult growing up as a little boy in the Goodland family and I appeared, from...
I’m out playing with friend, Raymond Trask, while being looked after by my Nan, Daisy Goodland, whose...
Christmas Eve. I had been standing, day-dreaming, on a village green style recreational area known as The...
I’m fully aware of what I am about to write. There isn’t a narrative though. In fact...
As a very young child, not much older than a toddler, I can recall being at what...
When I was growing up, I read comics where little boys had adventures with armies of miniature...
Despite hailing from nearby Yeovil, Somerset, (17 miles N of here), my family and I had always...
