Teenage angst
I guess I was around 11 or 12, it was one of those long hot summers when school holidays stretched on for ever. My mother would force me out of the house during the day so that I had no choice but to make the most of it. I used to hang around with a group of kids from our street, not really doing anything, just passing time. Family circumstances would dictate that I would often end up spending time late in the day, when the other kids had left, sitting around or having dinner with the...