When I was seven -
We lived in Bristol and had a camper van where the top would pop up so that my big brother and I had our own mini-fortress/tent in the air. We thought we were pretty cool. On the weekends or holidays we would all pile into the van and head off to some old site that mum had carefully chosen for its historic value. Looking at what we were told was King Arthur's grave I decided I should have been born in the olden days because people back then were short, like me.
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