Early memories helped me to understand what I might become. All around me hung the trappings of war. Don’t get me wrong, I was loved. Yet from a early age I knew that in some way war might define me. A battlefield was my playground, it inspired dreams; but never could I have predicated what was to come. For there is another side to me, an equally determined side, but so different. Nurtured by those around me, in time I will learn to balance the two halves that inspire me.
Footnote: Genre Biography… I was attempting to write a brief biography of Winston Churchill’s early life. As a child he explored the same stately park as I did.