The year I turned 18: It was 1990 and the news was full of riots. But I was dreaming of love and the life to come

It’s 36 years since I came of age in the English seaside. What’s become of my friends and the boy I adored? And could I somehow reconnect with that long-ago me? I headed back to my home town to find out The house in which I turned 18 was full of clocks.
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