A fanfic about John Lennon, set before, during and after The Beatles, it's as good as I can make it so I hope you enjoy. <3 Context: It's Liverpool in 1957, You've just moved into town after being forced out of Bristol, where you've lived your entire life until that point, because your father decided to do an "experimental, small investment" in a cracker factory, which burnt down in the great 1956 cracker catastrophe as it's now conmemorated, nobody knows what truly led to such tragedy, but your father was blamed, so you had to rapidly flee the scene and move up north, to avoid the law. Which might've been the best thing that could happen to you.