We would race to the edge of the lake and swim to the island in the middle, where a stegosaurus – our mother – protected us. In real life, you ruled my childhood home like a tyrant, always moments away from blowing up and filling the house with fear. You once hit me so hard I wet myself, and for years, after school, I would sit on the floor of the shower, weeping. A letter to... the school class I let down Read moreNow I am not that scared little pig. • We will pay £25 for every letter we publish.

Source: The Guardian January 11, 2020 06:45 UTC