How I’ve Changed
I have matured over the years but still stayed “me”. I think a lot of things have played a part in it. I’m totally myself and believe everyone else should be too and no-one should ever change for anyone just to make them happy. You only get one life remember so live it the way you want to remember it. I’m happy with the way i have lived my life and am still living my life even though i have made regrets along the way. I’m extremely greatful to have the life i have and to have the people that are surrounding me, in my life. I had an unforgettable childhood and i can remember it so clearly as if it was just yesterday that i was a “little tot”.
I remember being full of joy, playing on my swing that i had in my back garden. The fresh air swooshing between my hair and my smile not being able to get any bigger or else i would giggle aloud with excitement due to feeling like i could fly. I could have exploded i was so happy. I have an amazing family that made me the joyfull child that i was. They bought me all the toys you can imagine, told me stories and always should me love and effection as well as teaching me to show people it back. Ok, so i’ll admit that i was spoiled but that doesn’t mean my family didn’t let me away with everything. Not at all. They taught me right from wrong and always made sure i was kind to those around me. I was a polite kid and i know this because i would always say my please and thankyou’s, say “please may i leave the table” after my dinner and answer the telephone by saying “hello who is speaking please”. This all graduadly stopped as i got older when i thought it was pointless as i was saying it to my mum and dad, not a stranger. The memories i have will live with me forever but unfortunately some of the memories were unpleasant. I can clearly remember the unpleasant ones just as easily as i remember the pleasant. Most of these unpleasant memories took place in the street that i have lived in the whole of my life.
Through rills, hills, ups and downs. Through laughter, smiles, tears and frowns. Day after day, you have survived, Day after day, you continue to strive. The stress was evident through every day, But you managed to conquer it in every way. A year goes by, and youre about to go. Goodbye to us, and to the world HELLO.You only live once, so live it right. Try and work hard with all your might. The 3 ...
I was the youngest child in my street. It was a happy street filled with children. We all played together and most of our parents were friends. Even though some of us were 4 and some were 10 didn’t make a difference, but children being children..nothing was that simple. Like i said, i was the youngest which meant i got forced into doing things i didn’t want to like knocking other neighbours doors then running away. I got made to do this as no-one wanted a neighbour to catch them and give them into trouble. I also got told by some of my childhood so called “friends” that the police were coming to get me. I know i hadn’t done anything wrong for them to come and “get me” yet my stomache still did flips at the thought. My brother was apart of some of the things i got made to do. This upset me in a way because i didn’t have anyone to stick up for me really and i didn’t want to be a “grass” and run to my mum, even though she knew everything that was going on about the situations. My mum always told me not to listen to them or not to play with them but i carried on playing with them because they weren’t nasty all the time.
I mean, sometimes we could all get on like a house on fire. Also sometimes everyone else did, except me. I remember one nasty antic that i was a victim of. Myself and three other neighbours (my brother included) were in one of the neighbours gardens playing a game called “donkey”. (Everyone stands in a circle and throws a ball to each other, but in our case, a waterballoon. Whoever drops the ball or waterballoon is the donkey. ) I was in my own little world happily playing along not realising they had decided they would fling the waterballoon on me so that i had no chance of catching it and before i knew it i was soaked! They laughed and told me it was my fault. I may have been young but i wasn’t stupid. After i had dried off and was sitting on the doorstep of the neighbours house admiring her mums flower patch i got told that there was a special leaf in the flowerpatch that made my skin soft and smooth. I was amazed. The flowers were so bright and pretty. “Wow” i thought to myself. As if i hadn’t had enough done to me for one day, they handed me the leaf and i began to rub it on my arms. Immediately i began to feel an itch and a sting, then another and another until i was in agony. It was a stingy nettle. How nasty can people be? Especially to a little girl. I remember bursting out crying and feeling so embarassed and hurt not only physically but mentally. I ran home and my mum ran me a warm bath and gave me a big hug telling me not to go out and play with them again. I didn’t have much choice really as i wasn’t allowed out the street and like i said, everyone played together like one big group. My mum told my brother, jamie and the other neighbours that were involved how horrible they had been to me and she that she never wanted anything like that to happen again.
“Blood Brothers” is a play about two twins who are separated at birth, they do not only have different parents but have a whole different lifestyle. Eddie lives in a world of luxury and has opportunities to go to university and eventually owning his own business which is more than Mickey could have ever dreamed of. On the other hand Mickey is brought up in a working class family with no ...
Theese nasty shenanigans have made me not tust people as much. Ok, it seems like i have over exagerated and to be honest i have. That doesn’t mean the horrid tricks they played on me,didn’t happen and it also doesn’t mean that i wasn’t upset because i was. Not only my early childhood helped me become the person i am today but also my later stage too.
My Gran And Grandad had always been extremely close to my brother and I. They spoiled us rotten. Never shouted and always made us feel unbelievabley loved and special. I remember feeling happy and full of life every single time i was with them, and that was a lot. They adored me and my brother, Jamie just as much as we adored them. The next day my world was turned upside down.
One holiday Monday i was visiting my Grandparents with my family. All was well and normal. The next day i recieved news that my Gran that i loved so much had died. i couldn’t believe it. how could this happen? so suddenly? One thing i know for sure is that this horrible event in my life taught me that you need to trully live your life and love it. Do everything you want to, don’t hold grudges and tell your loved ones how special they are to you because you have no idea what is coming round the corner. Life isn’t a nintendo game and you don’t get another chance. I also believe in the quote “never go to bed on an argument”.
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