18 again: I returned to my life in 1990. Who – and what – would I find there?

I doused myself in Poison perfume and made the trip back to my childhood home, friends and college. What could I learn by re-immersing myself in a world that brimmed with hope and potential? The house in which I turned 18 was full of clocks. Dark wooden things with aged faces.
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