When I was a boy and in trouble, if the truth was too hard to tell, I would use my imagination and make up a story, This of course never worked. I have grown up now, I have learnt, I am in my forties and am wiser. I have lived in many places and seen much of the world I now have responsibilities that I did not have then Yet there are some things a boy should never grow out of Or ever give up trying to do with all his heart I was not made to be a good writer of stories. But there are some things that need to be told and some things you need to know, and sometimes a sto...