My son thinks he had a bad childhood but I always put him first and only went out and about when he was at his fathers. He was taken to many various places he would never of visited and went out with friends on camps and to the beach.\
So after my mother died I decided to take my son to Sydney on the train via Broken Hill ( where I also had taken him).
We stayed with a friend of mine and I thought he had a good time but some how I don't think he did but I was just trying to get him to see something of Australia. I found out latter he was suffering from social phobia and had I known I would not of taken him. So from then on was careful with where I took him.He was around 16 years when we went to Sydney.
So when we came back I had to get stuck into my business and tried like hell to keep it going and getting many new clients.
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