A Creative Child
Dec 11, 2016
4 minutes
I believe I was a creative child. I was born in 1966 and raised in Zurich, Switzerland. I had an older brother. During our long, dark winters we had lovely decorative candles on our tables. I could hardly wait until the wax had melted so I could scratch it off and try to form some little figurines. Our candles therefore always looked awful. I guess that is why Mum bought me some Plasticine, it came in a box, many sticks in several colours, and you kneaded them for a while until they were soft enough to shape. That is why I had the idea to soften them on the central heating system located in each room. It was
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