Strange but true
Strange but true Funny thing today, I went back to a house I once lived in, more than 30 years ago. 1979’ish, we left. And all those memories coming flooding back. I was worried in case they were too much, but funnily enough, only happy ones came through. I remember playing ELO on the record player in the front room, and sticking pictures of Spitfires on the window. I was between jobs then, having just left school. But why is it that there seemed so much hope back then? What force kept driving... Sign in to see full entry.