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Paul Kimm (UK)


It was the day after my ninth birthday. Being at the end of May the weather was decent, and my dad suggested a walk to the beach to take the frisbee I got as one of my presents. On the way there he asked me, noting it was a good six months off, what I thought I might like for Christmas. It was easy to answer as I knew I wanted a Raleigh Chopper bike. I remember his genuine wince, not a pretend one, saying that might be a stretch, but we could see. ‘We could see’ meaning ‘probably not’ in our family. We talked about other subjects on the way, which part of the beach to go to, how far apart we thought we should stand for frisbee throwing, what we might have for dinner. We went to the North Beach where the sand was softer and there was…