When I was younger, getting my hair many years from now, I must have had heroes. Who those heroes were are lost to the ravages of time, I can barely remember what colour socks I put on this morning let alone recall which mid 1980’s pop culture icon would have been someone I aspired to be.
I’ve had many heroes since then, especially since being able to read and learn about the world. I can’t imagine as I sat on the mat at school I was professing my admiration at the work of Crick and Watson. If I had I should be able to remember being told that I was such a “precocious” child and to shut up.
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