Turning 18 or turning 80 - bind together the memories so far.
Family, old friends, decades of colleagues - everyone who’s shared the years writes one short piece: a favourite memory, a bit of advice, the story that always gets told. Bound together, it’s the whole of who they are, in the words of the people who were there for it.
Every voice its own page.
Each contribution is typeset as its own chapter - the text on one page, a colour photograph facing it. Your authors' words, authentically reproduced in a format where they can be treasured for years to come.
A favourite memory of Theo
The morning you arrived
I got the call at four in the morning and drove through empty streets with the radio off, just so I could think. By the time I reached the hospital you were already here - furious, red, and completely yourself.
Your dad rang the whole family from the corridor with the worst signal in the building, and told each of us a slightly different birth weight. Nobody minded. We were too busy arguing over what we’d teach you first.
Eighteen years on, you still do everything at your own pace and in your own way. I wouldn’t change a single stubborn bit of it, and I never have.
— Grandad Ray
“Eighteen years old, and he’ll still have this at eighty.”
“We did the same for my mum’s seventieth. Half the family cried before pudding.”
“Forty people wrote for my fortieth. I had no idea that many people liked me.”