My life started on the 21st of November, 1998. I was the first girl to my Mother, Sharon and 3rd to my Father, Peter. My mother had one other child at the time, my brother Michael, who was born in 1992. My Father had three sons, all miles older than me, and 3 other girls, but I knew nothing of them. And he of course had a stepson, my brother Michael. My family was pretty average. I had never met my older siblings, on my fathers side, at this time, so I just grew up around my brother Michael. I adorded life wih Michael, and everything was fun. I hated it when he had to go home to his real father, and I would wait until it was time for him to return.
My Father is one Mr Peter Falon and he is roughly thirteen years older than my mother. From the time I was born, until I was about seven or eight, my father owned his own buisness. It was called Falon Exterior Coatings, and my father coated rooves. I was very proud of my father from I young age. I was a real daddy's girl from birth until I was about five. My relationship with my father was good.
My Mother, Mrs Sharon Falon, is now in her early fourtes. Although I loved my Father dearly, he was at work from five to six in the morning, until late at night (well late for a todler), so I had a very strong bond with my mother. Just as any child would. Although my mother didn't work until I entered school, she always loved being around children, and, once I was in school, she found the perfect opertunity, but I shall get to that later.
Life as a small child is pretty basic. Watch cbeebies (in my case), spin in circles, eat custard, pester mum for sweets and play. And I had just that. With dad having his own buisness, I was spoilt rotten. I have to say it served me no good in my life now, but at the time it was fun. Life was good, in my eyes. A vivid memory I have, is probably the first memory I have of my Grandfather, who always has been a big influience in my life.
