The Early YearsChapter 8
North Tonawanda, New York Do you remember? I love that song as sung by Phil Collins. There's a video on youtube that I found the other day. A little boy, probably about 10, riding his bicycle as he delivers his paper route. He meets, and starts to spend time with, a little girl in his class. It is all innocent and fun and free. And it was another of my triggers for remembering my darkest incident of my life. I can feel the tears start to form. Here I am. A man of 53 years. Brought to...