Spiralling down in paradise

Warning: this piece contains strong language

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Use your brain

I was a rebel from primary school. I remember purposely standing in dog dirt on my first day while getting taken to school. I suppose my subconscious five year old mind did not want to go. The rest of my primary school education was reasonably uneventful apart from hitting the teacher with a snowball in my last year at primary school. She was running though the playground because the snow was heavy, and she was a long way off, about half the length of a kids football pitch. When I flung the snowball high in the air, with all my might and accuracy, I seriously didn’t think I would hit her.

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