Anyone can be a critic, you can become a creator
Alex Austin 18 October, 2013
When I was a kid I ran around like a rag. My shirts and pants sometimes had more patches than original fabric. My shoes were either rain or leather boots and by the end of the day crusted with mud, sawdust and freshly cut grass.
I grew up as an inbetweener, going to school in the city but working on my family’s farm. My mother was a dog breeder (Boxers). My grandmother raised carps and had apple and plum trees lined up along the lakes. It was a fun time; a peaceful time. A time in which a kid could take apart a lawnmower, prune trees and chop firewood without pe