John Smith's

A place to place all sorts.


The first time.

The first sweet taste of honey on your lips
The first felt kick of the unborn babe
Your first wonder seeing the waves as they crash upon the shore.
The first refreshing spray on your face by a waterfall
Or the first fragrance of a freshly cut lawn as the lark hails in the spring
The first smile, the first words, the first steps of your little child.
Your first kiss
The first time you knew.


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First and foremost a father to a daughter and a son, both, who I love more than dare say. Next a searcher, a gamer, a would-be novelist, a supporter, who loves socialising, the outdoors, and those moments when eternity touches the soul.