My childhood was good. Although one thing made me sad, my parents fought a lot. My clothes were always in good condition and my mother refused to ever get a pet because they were dirty. I loved reading and writing when I was about 3. Yes I knew how to read and write when I was only 3 years old! I wouldn't say my childhood was magical but I would say it was pretty good. When I started primary school I always got ill with chesty coughs and the flu. It means I missed out on basic maths and English, but this didn't really matter to me. I have always been very focused on my health and of course my writing! This was my pretty good childhood.
