TWO sons TOO many Intro.

Introduction

Where does one begin, at the beginning will be the reply from all the smarties in the group, of course the beginning so here we are.
Once upon a time a baby was born and the world did not know what it was in for, but alas it was me. They say a big whopper of a child yet at only 9lbs or somewhere around that mark.
My own very first son, came in at 10lbs 11 or 11lbs 10 always get confused with numbers, yet my self-proclaimed mathematically genius has carried me through many a task of deep deep numerical quagmire.
Back to serious stuff though, so born yeah! Great out in the world, funny thing as an adult I have the most vivid memories of being a baby, I always ask other adults, new groups of friends do you remember being a baby? Many say NO and I find that strange as I can recall before I ever walked, like it was yesterday I can recall my older brother being told to share his candies with me and I knew he didn’t want to and I wanted candy. I will guess my age of that event to be approx. 1 year old.
Now to read and write and put it all on paper finally well aren’t we off to a great start, memories from 1 year of age, no wonder the book weighs a ton. Let’s catch up, this is the internet age so better reference would be “no wonder the download took 7 months” Being witty not the theme here but yes I like to keep things real and call them for the way that I see them, trouble is if you really take a look at the truth or the realness of a situation you are going to find some funny stuff there too and so with life being deep, emotional and miserable it is just as well there is a laugh or two along the way, any who? as they say, back to me. You got the picture born a big lad and it carried through all my years, not the biggest in the group but a good firm strong built individual to say the least. 6ft and change in the vertically and broad and strong in the wide section, not fat that came with life a little later on.

So why bother reading about me, no reason really you should close the book now and return it for your money back, demand full refund, that is what I say to those of the pessimistic view, why did you pick it up in the first place I mean after all what could be so interesting about me compared to the next Joe schmo? Nothing! That’s right nothing.
The reason I am going to share this with you, the reader is to maybe let one little ounce of this life out to you and maybe just maybe after the record breaking sales of my book one single individual will get it and then it was all worth it.
Rambling again, well you will get used to that and if you like to get lost in a story, then I have tons of them for you, funny thing on that note. A smart well wise really, guy I came across in my twenties told me, “you know the truth is the hardest thing to believe” I gave it some thought he persisted, he was a city cop actually and I kept thinking he wanted me to say something I didn’t want to say or something. The old Jedi mind trick being used on me, but anyway he insisted, “think about it” if someone tells you a lie you swallow it whole, and cannot wait to run and tell your friends, mates, partners the story. Now someone tells you the truth, what is a typical response? “Get out of here” “shut up” “are you for real”, “that can’t be true” etc. etc. You walk away in no hurry to tell anyone. Funny how it works isn’t it. Give it a little thought and you will see, draw on all and or any stories someone ever told you, what was your reaction?
Ok so I have many, many, truths to share with you and some you are going to say are in no way believable and others you will swallow hook line and sinker. Why, it is just the nature of the beast in us. If I could tell you why, I wouldn’t be writing it all down to share with you. I would be charging $1000 an hour in a well decorated office in my downtown Manhattan office whilst living care free somewhere around central Park. Just to live the rich lifestyle, of a genius mind reader type guy.
But I do not and so I cannot answer why we tell the truth and nobody wants to believe it. So when reading further keep in mind you might want to set down the auld book as it gets to be too unbelievable which might actually mean you have hit the real truth piece.
I can tell you right now we are gonna become buddies on this one if you stick with it and I will have to call you buddy because I have no way to know your name, are you man or woman, adolescent or elderly or anywhere in between, so take no offense from us getting to know each other through the buddy system. I will call you buddy for want of any better term, none come to mind right now so why not.
Ok the child hood, I was born in the mid-seventies, some of you may identify immediately with the era of growing up and being a fully-fledged kid in the early eighties. I had a great child hood; I mean my innocence was top class. I was so shy you would never believe it, as people used to say I was a fine young handsome man and again being a big strong fit child, all the older folk would pass some comment or other. But my innocence was immense; I mean I was so shy and scared as a young boy. I never or rarely would speak in a crowd or answer the teachers question in school, why I just thought it was better to let someone else answer, someone who would get it wrong and then they could be the embarrassed one, hell no! Not me. I was not going to embarrass myself in a room of 30 other children, that being said because they all viewed me as a genius by about 5years of age they didn’t want me to answer anyway because I always had the answer. The other kids got their kicks out of getting their assignments finished before me checking to see if I was finished already I never cared less, looking back I just did what I needed to do and that was enough.

Chapter 1
I have my father to thank or to blame, who knows which, maybe my older brother too, the same guy who wouldn’t share that candy I distinctly remember hearing my mother say “share with your little brother” but I was standing up in the baby cot waiting for him to come into the room and share but he just didn’t. He came in when the candy was gone with a smart Alec type look on his face, so I was destined to be pissed off and disappointed by him from the get go, resentment? Nah, not really, just a vivid baby memory. Why would I thank him, well he is 2 years my elder, so when he had started school at 4 years of age, I was jealous of him doing homework in the evening right around his 4 and half yrs. to 5 mark so me approx. 2 and half heading into three. I wanted home work too. My dad used to sit me up on the opposite end of the table from him and while he was doing the really nasty homework piece I was at the other end learning to write, trying to read and do mathematics. At three years of age, I couldn’t wait for my dad to set me up with the home work for the evening, I would try and finish fast because my dad seemed to enjoy it, the harder the math he gave me the quicker I would try and do it. Then it actually became serious, I was rattling of the times tables, long division sums, long multiplication at least that’s what it was called back then, to my older brother I was just becoming more and more annoying. But hey I didn’t know what annoying was, I was 3 for crying out loud. Looking back my poor dad thought he had an Einstein, thought he produced the next NASA scientist, keep reading you will tie it all together, but to save any suspense, I have never worked for NASA….
So by the time I had started school I was waiting for the others to catch up within about a month of joining school, the teachers were answering me with things, like yes Aidan I know you know, let’s give the others a chance. So there I was off to a flying start in life, bright as a bulb, eager to learn more and loving every minute of it, no idea what arrogant meant or cocky or any of those words, was just me being me.
My class mates struggled through that first year of school learning three times three is nine, three times four is twelve and so on. I was buzzing around a little tyke I can’t wait for the 12 times 12 I will smash them on this one, I used to say things like, it’s easy just 10 times 10 and add 2 times 2… I really had no idea then obviously I was 4 years of age and remember turning five, but I had no idea that some people didn’t get it, it didn’t work for them in their brain. I never thought anyone was less or was stupid, I remember as a child back then I just thought everybody was cool and everybody liked to have fun the way I did, to laugh and make jokes and play sports was all that was important. And sports it was, I loved every kind of activity they would give us, the list, basketball,