Moving house is fun.
Moving house with your best friend / sister is exhilarating.
Especially when you are four years old and easily pleased by things like leaves and the colour of bricks and the pointiness of pinecones...
I guess I was too young to really miss anyone from my reception school. The only person I properly understood there was my twin.
In reception at the school, we were both close with two girls called Becca and Charlotte. That was kind of how it was, being a twin. You're friends with one, you get the other thrown in, too. Like a package deal. Like Buy One Get One Free...
I think I was favourited by my teachers. I guess I always have. Although, wouldn't you be if you spelt spiral by yourself without any help at aged four. At least, that's was Mrs Galeton thought.
Mia seemed pretty proud of herself for spelling legs. (We were learning about snails, of course.)
Anyway, I think it was good to move house. To have a "fresh start."
In the old house, we were the only children on the street. At this new place (still a building site when we moved), my Mum told me we had a family of 5 children on the right and 2 children on the left! A bit like a child overload.
New house meant new school. It was just so convenient that there was a brand new one opening 5 minutes away.
I guess it was different. It was the first time in five years that I was separated from my twin. Obviously I cried on the first day. I think everyone received the 'First Day of School' starter pack of tears and yearning for Mummy and Daddy.
It was refreshing to be without Mia.
Dad said it was good because it meant that we could make our own friends. Unlike reception and Play-Group.
But more about that later...
Ella
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Teen FictionBeing a twin has its ups and downs, but this my life story, of being a typical twin (if that is such a thing.) I hope you enjoy learning about my life and putting yourself in my twinny shoes! Thanks for reading, Ella -