The true story I never told my mother...
The abuse started when I was no more than 10.
This is me in 1985.
Since my mother passed away in November, I’ve been rummaging through old photos.. It’s bringing back a smorgasbord of memories.
I was 9-years-old in this photo. I was running in the regional road racing championships here in New Zealand.
At around this time I was running around 15-20 miles a week in training. I was super-fast, running w…
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