*An autobiography.**
I was born back in the day, actually, on the cusp of one day and the next, but I’d just made it on the first day. It was a Wednesday, not that I remember. It was a Leap Year. I’m a Generation Xer***, apparently, born under the sign of the Monkey in the Chinese Zodiac and Pisces in the other one. Also, apparently, Wednesday’s Children are meant to be full of woe, which I have to wholeheartedly disagree with. Not 100 per cent I must add, but wholeheartedly… there have been some woeful days, but that’s life.
I was a quiet, shy child, and I still am now (although minus the child part), and would often spend time travelling through outer space or down on the farm with Fuzzy Felt, or caught up in some great mystery with Scooby Doo and the Gang.
I hated my first day at school, I remember that. Having to mix with a group of people who I’d never met, who, to me had been there for years (it was probably their first day too, but that never dawned on me back then) looking at how they took command of the water and sand pits. I was left with the hoopla thing in the corner.
I loved learning. I remember that. I flew through the first two schools without so much of a memory, apart from my stay in hospital to have some minor cosmetic surgery due to teasing from some of the other kids (which I don’t remember, probably because I’d blocked it all out!).
When I started senior school, I felt really grown up. I remember that. Well, until I got through the school gates and saw everyone else was older than me, and I’d gone back to being a child again. It was during this school that the bullying began, and although I ignored it, and got through it, it has stayed with me ever since. Still, I was able to learn more, enjoying in particular the projects in English and French where I would write stories of me living on other worlds and in other times (the English stories were like that, the French ones weren’t as elaborate).
I was never given a chance in Music or Cooking (or Home Economics as it was called, but back then that name put me off that subject anyway), and I never gave myself a chance in PE, as I was un-coordinated at any kind of sport (although I did become quite good at tennis, I must say)
And I loved History and Geography. I would have loved to have learned more about the things I wanted to learn more about, but I suppose the teachers only had to cover the questions on the exam papers and that was it. I’ve carried those subjects with me to this day, and love nothing better than dipping into the past or nipping to a part of the world I’ve never been to before (on Google Maps, obviously!)
Oh, and art. I quite enjoyed art.
It was also during this time that I was introduced to fantasy and adventure, superheroes and detective mysteries, and to this day my mind is still caught up within that genre.
So, my Fantastical World started just a few years after I was born, which is probably the same for everyone else, and carries on to this day.
**Not an autobiography.
***And I’m still only 24 now, don’t let any title fool you!
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