I have many memories of my younger years, but they are all very much the same. Sweet's, Michael and other family. My best memory was of my 3rd Christmas. My Mum and Dad wooke me on Christmas morning with the exciting news that Santa had been. Holding their hands, we all ra down the stairs into our large living room. The living room was the biggest room in the house and was LITTERALLY filled to the brim with gifts. 90% were toys and video tapes for me. I still remember it now, and it is deffinatly my best christmas so far. I loved it.
Soon I was old enough to attend pre-school instead of nursery, and I was super excited. Finally something new! I settled into nurery quickly, and learned a fair bit. A teacher would do extra work with me while the others were playing. I never understood why, but I remember learning how to count and I started to read. None of the other kids had got as far as me, so I was told, but I never noticed a difference.
When I started school I was cocnfident, and flew ahead, along with others. In school we had reading stages 1-13 and then free reader, which meant you could read whatever. I was on stage 5 by the end of reception, stage 9 by the end of year one and I was a free reader by the end of my infant school. I loved my Infant school. I always recived praise, from both family and teachers. I was labbled "Smart" and "Intelligent". I was fine with it. I just wanted to do my work, and there always plenty of oppertunities for me to do that.
Mum had decided to persue her dream of working with children, and bacame a dinner lady/ assitant at my school. She looked after the playground with other dinney ladies and listen to children read. I loved mum working at school, it was a joy to me. But even with my happy school life, I was still unhappy. My life at home was slowly deteriorating, and I didn't understand why.
