The real me

The Beginning

So......Here we are. This is the beginning. The beginning of my life.  Not literally, but you know what I mean. So I guess I should start at my first memory. 

It was 12 years ago. I was only 1. I was a bit of a clumsy child. It was a lovely summers day and my mum was doing the gardening and I wouldn't leave her alone. So she told me to go play somewhere else. So me being the smart child that I am, I decided where better to play than on a wheelbarrow of bricks?

Sure enough a few seconds later the whole wheelbarrow came crashing down on top of me. I had only been in this world for one short year and I'd already crushed a bone. Let's just say I was very cautious after that. 

My next memory was a few months later. And its not a good one. I had a grandma that I loved more than anything. She was amazing. She always gave me treats and she was so lovely. But then one weekend we just didn't visit. My parents wouldn't tell me why, no matter how much I questioned them. Then a few weeks after that I went to stay with my cousins for a few days. It was only when I was six that I then realized what had actually happened. She was dead. 

It took me a little while but I managed to get over it. I swapped the sadness for happy memories. I still sometimes miss her, but I know she's in a better place now. Whenever I'm feeling sad about it I just remember that she wouldn't want me to spend my life being sad, so I'm not

And yeah.... that's the first year of my life 

Authors Note: 

I will try and update regularly but I don't know if it will work. But I will write when I can. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm going to write each chapter as a year of her life and I hope that's ok, and yeah.... I'll write the next chapter when I can so stick around xxx