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Peter’s Quote for The Day-ADHD and Loved

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ADHD and Loved

Being ADHD and mildly dyslexic has never held me back; it’s just the reactions of others who become confused by my behavior! I feel for them not being able to be inside my skin, wherein is a huge treasure chest. A treasure chest of quirky qualities. A huge store of imagination, energy, spontaneity, creativity, and innovation. This is just the tip of the iceberg. I am a happy ADHD chappie in love with himself and loved by others.

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Power of Human Touch

Human Touch

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My Experience

I can to this day, some sixty-eight years later, recall the first time I was kissed by a little girl. Although not one hundred per cent clearly, I still remember her face and her somewhat full rosebud lips. More than this I recall that she took my hand, held it fast, turned and kissed me on full on the lips, whilst I stood in a tremor of fright and absolute delight. We were two eight-year-olds.

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Sylvia Rose’s Story – Part Five

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Come Forth, my Knight in Shining Armour

 “It’s normal to miss someone when you’re alone and lonely. But missing someone when you’re busy having fun, that’s true affection”

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The Power of Human Touch

Human Touch
My Experience

I can to this day, some sixty eight years later, recall the first time I kissed a little girl. Although not one hundred per cent clearly, I still remember her face and her somewhat full rosebud lips. More than this I recall that she took my hand, held it fast, turned and kissed me on full on the lips, whilst I stood in a tremor of fright and absolute delight. We were two eight-year-olds.

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