Whenever I’ve thought about committing myself to writing my life story I’ve said to myself, “what is there in my life worth talking about?”
But then I actually sat down and wrote some events; my life doesn’t seem as dull as I first thought.
I was born in Winchester hospital at 1:32 in the morning of 2nd march 1988. My dad wasn’t there because my Mum had left him because he had had an affair.
My Mum brought me up as a single parent for approximately a year. She had help from our family as well.
Then my mum met Andy Newman when I was one, thanks to my Nan because he was collecting money from her.
They started going out, then, when I was three they “tied the knot”. I was their bridesmaid with a little peach dress. That was 6th July 1991. I am an only child because my Dad has what’s called a “low sperm count”. Its always been upsetting for us all. Many a time we’ve sat down and cried, just thinking about me growing up never being able to have nieces or nephews. I suppose it will be cheaper at Christmas that way, so I should be thankful.
Anyway, soon after the wedding my Mum was carrying me down the stairs but unfortunately she missed a step and accidentally dropped me. I fell into a toolbox, which must have hurt loads at the time, but I can’t remember now.
Not long after the commotion of the event I’d previously mentioned, I started playschool. I fail to remember the name of it but I do know it’s round the back of St. Mary’s Church in town.
Another traumatic time I recall is when I was about four and I was a terrible child. I once drank my dad’s aftershave. I was rushed to casualty but all consultant had said was, “Don’t worry it’s only alcohol”.
But the worst thing of all was when my Nan babysat me and when my Mum and Dad came home my Nan said I had been “as good as gold”. Ha! A lot she knew. I had been up out of my bed sprinkling grass seed up and down the landing and then I watered it.
It cost my parents a little to get that replaced.
Then I started my first proper school, Portway Infants, I don’t remember much happening in that, or Portway Juniors. My Mum was a dinner lady in my junior school, which often got embarrassing but sometimes it was great having her there.
