I have seen loads of people completing 'A moment in time' posts and have decided to steal the idea and put my own twist on it, for those of you that aren't aware of what it's about, bloggers have been starting from their year of birth and have been writing about events that stand out for each year they have been alive. I think I am going to cheat and do 6 years a pop as whenever I commit to these weekly posts I never actually stick to them so maybe if I can squeeze it all into 4 posts, it will be easier as well as less work... lazy bones :)
So I guess it would make sense for me to start from the beginning...
1990
I was born in February and the world was a better place! ha ha, just kidding, obviously I cannot remember any of this as I did just pop out of my Mum and basically sleep, eat and poop for the whole year... I really cannot think of much more to say but other people have wrote so much even about their first year, so I may as well try...
You'll have to ask my parents how I was conceived lol, but please don't tell me! I think my Mum told me that she was at the hospital for her dodgy knee when she found out she was pregnant with her little bundle of sunshine he he, she was about to have something injected and when they asked if their was any chance she was pregnant she said, 'possibly...' and wham bam, I was there in her belly!
She was 30 and my Dad was 33, I was both their first child, my parents had been together since my Mum was 15 so they waited a while lol.
At the time I lived in Highams Park in East London and we had a cat called Binge that my Mum found in a dust bin in the 80's, I loved that house so much and in my dreams I still think we live there, it's really weird. I only ever dream about the old house! I remember people always used to say how can you live so close to the train tracks? as the house backed on to the Chingford line through to Liverpool Street, to be honest I never even noticed the noise of the train and to this day if I am in a bed near an over ground rail way line I always seem to sleep better. Providing I'm not outside anyway :p
My Mum went back to work quite soon after having me, she tells me she went to work just for a break away from me lol.
1991
I turned 1, working out how old I was until I hit 10 by the year is super easy as my Mum was clever enough to have me right at the start of the decade lol.
Again, I really do not know what to say... I don't know how people have wrote so much about their early life, from photo albums I know that my first 2 Christmas' were spent in hospital though, I was always a sicky baby, I was put on a wheat and dairy free diet as I was allergic to them and as I was so little they liked to weigh me every week. My Mum tells me that people always used to have a go at her for having me sitting up as I was 'too young' to be sitting up in a pram, even though I was 1, silly old ladies!
I remember we had next door neighbours called Shirley and Tom and next door there was a little boy, I think his name was Darren but I used to think it was Sharron the same as my mum and he used to throw things at me lol, I think I was a little older than 1 when this used to happen but it just sprang to mind lol.
1992
February the 5th came and went, I was now 2, yay, not sure if I was talking much or talking at all but hey, my Mum has a picture of me in my high chair by the back door on my 2nd Birthday and all you can see is snow!
Where my Mum was back at work full time I was looked after by my Nan's, Nanny Chris and Nanny Mal. My Nanny Chris would come down and look after me on a Monday and Tuesday and my other Nan the Wednesday to Friday. I really cannot remember weekends as a kid that early, I have no memory of being with my Mum and Dad together anyway. I feel so silly calling my Nan's 'Nanny Chris' and 'Nanny Mal' but Nan Chris and Nan Mal don't sound right!
1993
I am sure this was about the time I started play school, I remember having my Nan's take me and pick me up and having to take an apple lol, I don't know if I actually had to take an apple but I did, every day, I don't even like apples? lol
I hated going nursery, I would rather stay indoors with my Nan's driving them mad!
I think 1993 was around about the time that Binge my cat died, I don't remember much but I do actually remember going for the walk to put her down. If my memory serves me right my Mum had just got back from a girls holiday to Gran Cayman so that wasn't great end of holiday news!
According to my Mum I could read and write at 3 and spent many happy hours watching Disney films, which I still do... I really want to replace all of my video cassettes with DVD's.
1994
I was now 4, I can remember a little bit more about being 4 as I was obviously a little bit older. I started nursery and was still being weighed all the time at the hospital, this was also the year my Mum and Dad broke up.
I remember every morning I would stand up the top of the stairs as my Mum installed a child gate and cry down for my Dad to come and get me as he was an early riser, he'd come up, get me and watch kids TV with me all morning, I would watch all the adverts and be like, 'I want that, and that, and that, Daddy I already have that,' ha ha.
One afternoon my Dad was in the bedroom and I was bright enough to realise he had been crying, Daddy's didn't cry so I knew something was up, he told me he wasn't going to be there in the morning but would be back to see me soon. I remember thinking, why? but just went off and played with my toys or whatever, it wasn't until the next day when I got out of my bed and stood at the top of the stairs that I realised the TV wasn't on, I could only hear silence, I actually remember just standing there looking down at the front door thinking, oh yeah he said he wasn't going to be there in the morning... and he never was again!
Depressing but that's all I really remember... I wish I had more happier memories to share but they haven't stuck with me lol.
I know in 1994 my Mum met the bloke she's with now and that I used to just really want my Dad back all the time, that's about all I remember!
1995
I started full time school, yay! I went Handsworth and thinking back it was such a rubbish school, it's all under a new Head teacher now though so it may have got better, or not... I remember my very first day of school, my Mum took the morning off of work to take me and dropped me off at the local secondary school instead, whoops...
Another memory that sticks in my head is my Nan's car, it used to be such a death trap, it used to jump around and my Nan used to tell me it had kangaroo petrol lol. I actually thought it was an actual petrol, I am still gullible to this day...
I have fond memories of her driving me home from school and begging her to let go of the steering wheel and crying with laughter, bless my Nan ha ha.
So I was 5 by 1995 and I went on my first plane, wahayyy! It was awful, I remember being so excited about flying and my Mum let me sit by the window, as the plane took off I remember thinking, I'm flying, I'm flying, then I started screaming MUM WE'RE FLYING, WE'RE LIKE A BIRD, WE'RE IN THE SKY! WE'RE FLYING, I CAN TOUCH THE CLOUDS! Pretty sure the rest of the plane wanted to sedate me/shoot me as the cuteness wore off after the first 20 seconds of my squealing, I then discovered I suffer from travel sickness so soon swapped my squealing for throwing up :)
The plane was taking us to Cyprus and omg what a holiday. I remember one night going to put my pajamas on, my now step brother was on the bed next to me doing the same and a big black blob on the wall caught my eye... A BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM left my mouth and Richard my step brother looked then he started screaming too. This is when my now step sister walked in, started screaming, followed by my Mother who screamed louder than all of us, followed by her husband. It was an African Bird Eating Spider, in my room on my wall!
No one got close enough to take a proper picture and it was back in the day where the digital camera didn't exist... Gives me the heebie jeebies now, the spider expert or whatever they are called said it was lucky we see him/her as if it would have bitten me, I was small enough for it to have killed me verrrrry quickly... I guess it would have been a short death ha ha.
Wow I am tired after all that writing, I think... I will leave 1996 until next week.
Happy Hump Day everyone xxxx
