Boy

<p><strong>Boy</strong></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>A true story of love loss survival and finding your voice.</em></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Before the roads. Before the raves. Before the reputation. Before the man.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>There was just </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>the boy</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>. A black child raised in a white seaside town searching for somewhere-</span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>anywhere</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>-to belong.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>This is a journey through the silence the secrets and the scars.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>From fishing trips and foster care to carnival sound systems fistfights and murders </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Boy</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)> is a raw unforgettable memoir of identity abandonment and the power of being </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>seen</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Told with brutal honesty unexpected humour and deep reflection this is more than a story about growing up - it's about rising up. A reflective therapy for me the writer and an invitation for you the reader to walk every step of the journey with me. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>It's about finding light where there was none and a voice where there was silence.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Some memories leave bruises while some build armour. Some do both.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> </span></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>If I'd known I'd grow up feeling like I had no identity...</strong></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Abused by those I loved...</strong></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Witnessing death first-hand...</strong></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Thinking I was the only Black kid in the world...</strong></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Feeling like I didn't belong - anywhere...</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>You know what? I wouldn't change a damn thing.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Because all of it made me who I am today.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>When you find the boy.... you will discover the man!</strong></p><p></p><p><strong><em>Fredi</em></strong></p><p></p><p></p>