Evocative of my schooldays. Being always the shyest, smallest and withdrawn of the boys, was bad enough, but when mother, a rocker at heart, decided she wanted me to grow my hair long, that is when the teasing began, that I “looked like a girl”.It
Evocative of my schooldays. Being always the shyest, smallest and withdrawn of the boys, was bad enough, but when mother, a rocker at heart, decided she wanted me to grow my hair long, that is when the teasing began, that I “looked like a girl”.It