I’m still thinking about what makes us human, more now what makes me human or WHAT MAKES ME, what MADE me.

Who and what made me the person I am today.

I’m trying to remember significant things that have happened in my life, from day one to right now. I find it hard to remember anything before about the age of 7/8. Before that are things I have been told that happened, or they are just usual memories.

• 3 years old – went to turkey and got really ill, had my hair braided, moved into my favourite house in the whole world.
• 4 years old – had my ears pierced, they got badly infected and had to go to hospital
• 5 years old – went to work with my dad for the whole summer, I refused to stay at home with my mum, she tried to hold me back but I scratched her face, caught her eye and made it bleed, woops.
• 6 years old – went to Tenerife. don’t really remember much, lots of photos of me building sandcastles, I guess I did that a lot.
• 7 years old – my dad had been working as the head coach for a swimming club for a while now, me and brother were messing around out the front after training and he gave me a piggy back, he fell over, I went straight over his head and completely wrecked my top lip and nose…still have the scar.
• 8 years old – what a year. not going to go into it, so here’s some words: Paris. Holiday didn’t work. Divorce. Mum goes crazy, literally. Dad looses job. Dad gets a girlfriend. Hate her. Bullies find their target, me. Miserable. Guarded. Shields everywhere. All a bunch of absolute shit.
• 9 years old – Still pretty shit from the year before. Nothing new really. Divorce carries on, settling who gets what, including us kids. I get put in a room with this lady that smells like my old nans toilet cleaner asking me who I like better, mummy or daddy. Horrible but a surprisingly easy question! Dad got the kids.
• 10 years old – Still hate Dads now fiancé, dreading senior school next year, trying to convince my dad that he should home school me. Me and Dad go on our first day trip to London, I fell in love with London. Went to Tenerife again.
• 11 years old – Evil fiancé is now gone. phew! Had to say goodbye to my favourite house in the whole world. too many bad memories. Senior school, not too bad, discovered my love for music and instruments. DRAMA, ACTING and MUSIC was EVERYTHING THAT KEPT ME CONTENT.

After that it kind of gets a little boring and samey.

No matter what, its always my dad that pops into my head when people ask ‘what makes you, you’ ‘why are you the person you are today’ ‘who is your inspiration’ ‘who has been there through everything’

No matter how old you are you always need someone their, a permanent figure that never lets you down, whether it be DAD, mum, sibling, partner, grandparent…

Thank you Dad.