Stephen Goodfellow, A short biography A beginning. Every biography, no matter how mundane or fantastic has a beginning, and mine is without exception, no exception. My roots. Everyone has roots, no matter how disparate, how populated with family amnesia, there are still roots. I shall only place here what is directly relevant, that which has had an impact on my life. I must be about three. I am in Lagos, Africa. I am in a changing room at a swimming pool. There is a young white naked girl in the room. She is different than me. I am shocked. My great grandmother, sitting in a chair in Chichester, England. I am perhaps four. 05/04/04
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