So, much to say on this 'graph --- so, so, so much --- but I'll recount when I was in Sub B (grade 2?) circa. 1984.
So, me and smart self, decide I need to get my shoes from underneath my mother's bed --- guess what I do? I lit a candle, shoved it under the bed (it was dark) --- a few hours later my mother's house was on fire.
Neighbours helped with extinguishing the fire --- mother was serving that 90 day detention --- the police, no, the army, came to interrogate me, thinking I was working for the 'other side' of the force.
That was the only time I couldn't say my name (the R-1 on my neck was choking my voice-box)
1ove, memory.
