1987

This was a year of contrasts for me; the first half I was still at school, had my whole life ahead of me and was planning on going to college to train to be a hairdresser. I thought I was worldly wise, but I was just an innocent.

And then August 23rd happened and my carefree life was ripped away from me and the horror of what happened almost consumed me whole.

This was the last year I would class myself as a child, not just because I was 16, but because I also had my innocence ripped away from me, had my dreams shattered and started working in a local factory.

This song reminds me of my friend, mainly because she wants it played at her funeral.

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