MrJoop

As a young boy, I sat with a huge number of fellow AJC members, around a campfire there (see below) and slept with other "Swallows"in a tent.
I’ve been to the museum dedicated to Dorus Rijkers,....

I picture myself,
a month from now,
somewhere near Egmond aan Zee,
( I like that name. )
on a cold winter’s day,
feeling like I’m in a movie scene, again,..

In this photo, my mother is the only one, with styrine/candle wax down her apron, having had to, once again, rescue sister Juul, and prevent her from being scolded by the hot wax.

The principal would regularly stroke my back and feel for progress.
Inserts in my shoes worked on the shape of my legs, which, were noticed to be "X-legs".