Stories i remember growing up.


What it is to be strange. My earliest memory of being not like other kids came at the age of 5 when i was 1st sent to school i remember curling up in a call in the corner and shaking uncontrollably  when someone came over and touched or talked to me i remember there was this car where you could put shapes into and these 2 friends took my hand told me everything was going to be ok and that i was safe I had never met either of those too girls before but that act of kindness changed my life i didn’t hate school as much. The sad thing is i had no clue what either of their names where that tiny act of compassion went a long way those two girls looked after me at break times and lunch times i have no clue why. The next thing was when i was asked to go round someone's home an acquaintance of sorts I remember looking at her well i say looking more like staring at the floor and saying “ I don’t want to” after that i remember the look on my mothers face of shock then my mum saying sorry he usually isn’t that rude. That's all i remember from primary school as i blocked most of it out.

What's it like being the black sheep of your family?
Now that's an easy question to answer. I never fit in with any of them i always felt like an outcast when they wanted to do something all I wanted to do was sit in my room and read my books. One year we all went on a family holiday the worst time of my life i thought at that age it was in the holidays so i had just gotten away from all the people so it was smooth sailing well that is what i thought and then surprise we are all going on a family holiday to my dissapointment. I remember the car journey felt like it took 20 hours being stuck in a car with bags. I remember that i went a week early without my parents i drove up with my aunty and her daughter. i remember that she was a learner diver and she drove the 1st half. We hadn’t got far when the roof rack detached itself from the roof on a dual carriageway. I remember panicking and curling up in a ball on the back seat knees to chin shaking like mad as they both got out of the car 1 trying to get everything from the road and the other trying to reattach the roof rack i have never feared for my life more.
When we got there after the long journey i got forced to share a room with someone else Where at home my room is my safe haven a place where the world can’t get in and get me