InnerChild

Type	Title	Author	Replies	Last updated
Collection	My Life	InnerChild	0	13 years 2 months ago
Story	Life in my shoes -pt9	InnerChild	0	13 years 4 months ago
Story	Life in my shoes -pt8	InnerChild	0	13 years 4 months ago
Story	Life in my shoes -pt6	InnerChild	0	13 years 4 months ago
Story	Life in my shoes - pt5	InnerChild	0	13 years 4 months ago
Story	Life in my shoes - pt4	InnerChild	0	13 years 4 months ago
Story	Life in my shoes - pt 3	InnerChild	0	13 years 4 months ago
Story	Life in my shoes	InnerChild	1	13 years 4 months ago
Story	Life in my shoes -pt7	InnerChild	3	14 years 8 months ago
Story	Life in my shoes - pt 2	InnerChild	4	14 years 8 months ago

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My Life

My stories

Life in my shoes -pt9

By InnerChild on Tue, 31 Jan 2012

My Father lived in an old Victorian style house, a huge difference to the council house that I had lived in with my mother. My room there was small but clean and bright and had everything I needed.

Autobiography

Biography

Certificate 15

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Life in my shoes -pt8

By InnerChild on Tue, 31 Jan 2012

At age 9 I experienced my first taste of criminal life. Wes had been in trouble with the police many times from what I could tell, yet this didn't seem to faze him. One night he took me out with him.

Autobiography

Biography

Certificate 15

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Life in my shoes -pt7

By InnerChild on Mon, 30 Jan 2012

I stood in my new room, it was dark, cold and depressing.Sparsely furnished with my single bed, my old toy box and a dark wooden wardrobe, this wasn't the new start I had been imagining.

Biography

Certificate 15

Life in my shoes -pt6

By InnerChild on Mon, 30 Jan 2012

I kept what had happened at Mary's house to myself,not so much because that I thought it was wrong to tell,just that I didn't really speak to my mother about anything at all anymore.

Autobiography

Story

Certificate 12

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A few weeks later,the last incident forgotten, and Mary once again babysitting,she told me that she had a brother who would like to meet me and that I could have a sleepover at her house if I wanted t

Autobiography

Biography

Certificate 18