Reflecting on my life so far
Thought it would be fun to trace my life so far.
On the 19th May 1991 the world was blessed by the birth of a new saviour. Me. Tears of joy were shead around the world. People flocked from all over the UK to the hospital I was in to catch a glymps of the king of Kings. That's how I imagine it went anyway. Strangely, even though I was there I can't remember a thing, but I like to imagine that it went down this way.
2. Camping indoors
This is when I was about 6/7 I honestly can't remember anything up till then apart from playing zelda on the snes, but that could have been later I played zelda a lot. Anyway I stayed over at a friend's for new years (or maybe it was just a normal weekend. Who knows.) we set a tent up indoors and slept there for the night.
I also remember sliding down the stairs in pillow cases and watching freakazoid. But this happened most days I was round his house.
3. Grandad died
This happened when I was 8. I went to my grans house for lunch as school was a quick walk from her house. My uncle took all the kids to the side and told us the news. After eating we returned to school, but all I remember was crying. I'm not sure if I got sent home or not, but I was sad for a long time after that.
I remember their was a wake at my grans house and I couldn't help wondering why everyone was partying. My grandads brother looked his double, I'm sure I thought he was back.
I think I'm about 9 now. I got a gameboy for Christmas and recently got really into pokemon. I saw that red and blue were out so I started saving pennys in order to buy myself it. After what seems like months I bought myself it. I was the coolest kid in school. I played it non stop. I loved that game.
5. Isle of Wight
Just before the millennium, (or maybe it was just after, around then anyway.) we moved to a small island at the bottom of England. Mum found a new job there and I think she needed to get away after my grandads death for a bit. I loved the Isle of Wight. I hated it at first though. Moving away from all my friends. I was the odd kid being Scottish, but I was also an artist and my pokemon drawings soon led me to making friends.
remember getting punched just as I left class at the end of the day. Walked out the door, then out of nowhere, bam! I don't know why and I remember us both becoming good friends not long after this.
I had packed lunch for my lunch. Back in Scotland we refer to this as being a packi, but in the Isle of Wight they referred to it as 'sandwiches' I ate rolls, not sandwiches so this was confusing. Side note - my cousin said to my gran 'don't worry if people call Rocco a packi they're not being racist, it means he's a packlunch.'
I have flashes of other things, especially the beach and the wizards tower at the end of it, but no stories are coming to mind. Side note - gran referred to the Isle of Wight as the Isle of shite.
I was now 11. Mum got a new job and we'd be closer to home. I hated it. Starting over yet again. They were all obsessed with football and I hated it. I was very much an introvert here.
I remember getting my first gundam model here. I loved building that.
My English teacher had us search for rhyming words. I failed this 'easy assignment' due to not realising that mud rhymed with should, would and could.