Bad News

This is the introduction to a book I have started writing recently. I'm intrigued by how our experiences as a child mould us into the adults we become. This theme kind of runs throughout the book.

It Kind of just hangs in the air, doesn’t it?

I remember being six years old when I first really experienced it; excitedly tripping over myself to get home from school as quickly as possible, my school bag jiggling excitedly all the while. I’m Sprinting through the cobbled ginnel to our terrace house impatiently, barging through the back door before entering the living room expectantly and then ….bang. It just stops you. Dead.

Everything just slows down. For those first few moments you are detached from it yet inexplicably controlled by it. People are talking among themselves in low drones yet somehow the room is full to brimming with a thick silence muffling their voices and restricting their movements. They smile at you sadly. It’s oddly intoxicating. You have never experienced anything like this before yet you know instinctively that this had to happen sooner or later. Something in your life has changed; a light has gone out but this moment will help shape you. It will stay with you for good…. Or bad.