Memory Bombs of Childhood

Discovering fragments of childhood always causes unsettling moments – you sometimes are not sure what one may stumble upon. It is, I suppose, a weird return into a sealed time capsule fraught with danger. There are objects laced with the poisoned-tipped thorns of idle dreams and irresponsibility that you would prefer to forget, others that were once associated and tied-in to happiness, that in a mature, cynical and weary trawl for childhood gold, appear shallow and not quite up to the challen...