I believed the little boy in me was dead. I was wrong. This is the true story of the day I found him again, and everything that changed after. 

The year was 1986. I took my lovely new girlfriend Alison to meet my dad, not to his house, he didn't have one. I took her to a park in Thornhill Square where we walked straight up to a bunch of tramps sitting on the benches. She shied away and said maybe we should go the long way around and avoid that nasty bunch of tramps. I said don't worry, that's my family, that's my dad, and I could often be found sitting with these people and people like them for the last 10 years, d