In 1792, my Sister told me, I was growing out of my senses.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I am a person of the 18th century.
In 1795, I sent him another letter, telling him, that danger still stood before us, and that the truth of what I had written in 1792 was to be proved by 12 men.
I had a lovely time growing up.
I always sensed instinctively from the earliest age that I was being lied to.
As I grew up I was fervently desirous of becoming acquainted with Nature.
My father was a tyrant about reading, and that put me off books when I was little.
In my family, as in most middle-class Indian families I knew when I was growing up, science and mathematics were held in awe.
When I was younger, my father told me not to pigeonhole the way that I perceive myself.
I remember being wise beyond my years when I was little.
I shall omit former particulars, and begin with informing the Reader, that, in 1792, I was strangely visited, by day and night, concerning what was coming upon the whole earth.