Merlin: A Weird Kid

I was in remain a profoundly weird adult and getting weirded by the second. I grew up in a house where I had to do a lot of imagining for myself. Although I would go to church on a Sunday, I knew that whilst I couldn't connect with anything particularly vital in the pulpit, as soon as I got home,. I only had to stand in the back garden at dusk and feel the wind moving through the forest or watching the berries fall across over the trees into the long grasses. To know I was in, I was in a different type of body of Christ, you know, I was into something else. But I had no, no language for that. So