As far as I can remember my early childhood was quite happy, even though things weren't particularly good at home. My father and mother had divorced when I was around 2 or 3 for whatever reason and I didn't really know my dad until much later. My mothers name was rose liddle and she was really cool. She was a poet and she suffered from depression as well as multiple sclerosis. My older sisters name was fionn and she's pretty cool too. Fionn is four and a half years older than me, so I always looked up to her and asked her for advice and things. My mum was really nice, even though she was going through a tough time, with very little support from anyone and trying to raise two children, she was one of the most loving people I have ever known. We lived in our house in cardiff ( could make a joke about our house in the middle of our street, wait I just did :) ), and we had a social circle made up of mums friends and our own. For some reason it seems like it was always sunny in my childhood, even though I can clearly remember heavy rain and snow, but for the most part it seems now like the sun was always shining. I loved my sis and my mom a lot even though sometimes we would have arguments. My mom had a severe form of multiple sclerosis and she slowly declined throughout my childhood. I remember she was able to walk down the stairs at one stage, but after a while she was wheelchair bound. My mom had a boyfriend called Neil, who was a punk. He was in a band and he was a very nice guy. He used to cut my favourite cheese ( edam ) into slices and bring them up to me at night, the cool thing was that he would have made it so that the slices of cheese were cut a certain way, and he would show me how it could transform from a slice of cheese into different things eg. a sailing boat or car etc. I used to spend a lot of time playing on the street with my friends who lived on the same road, we would cycle around and play football and cops and robbers and all that kinda stuff. My Mom used to get home help to come in once a week and help her with the house, but she didn't get that much support from social services. I remember one birthday my mom gave me a fionn money and told us to go buy a nintendo for us, and we did and thats how I became addicted to computer games. the first time I ever played I used to try and move the controller because I couldn't understand how to make mario jump the way I wanted him to, eventually I got the hang of it and I was soon off on a quest to rescue the princess from the evil Koopa. At some stage Mom got a permanent home help called tatiana, she was not very good at her job. She complained a lot and she couldn't cook anything except oberjenes in batter with mint sauce ( What the hell? lol). Anyway Tatiana did end up running off with my moms boyfriend, which is really shitty of both of them, but thats how it goes. So it was back to me and mom and fionn and we tried the best we could but nobody really helped us much. at one point they tried to get us to go into foster homes because mom couldn't take care of us, but fionn managed to persuade them that we were fine. School was shit, I had two friends who I really liked richard and ryan and they were cool. people used to call us the three musketeers we spent a lot of time during breaktime fighting luke and his gang, can't remember why. we used to sing prayers in school after assembly, which didn't bother me I liked the songs, even though i'm an aetheist now. Eventually I began to wonder what my dad was like at around age eight and I started looking at photos and trying to imagine what kindof person he was, I had gone to visit him for a few days but only a few times in all the time I was alive. Guess he didn't really care that much. Anyway when I was about eight I told my mom that I wanted to go and live with my father after we had a big argument and then she called him and he came over, I changed my mind when he was there I was terrified of going anywhere without mom but I was kindof forced to. So I went to dublin which is where he lived with his second wife Ann, who was very nice. The house we lived in in dublin was close to the city centre and was a bit small but very nice. fionn came to live with us a year later when mom could no longer take care of her. Mom went into a care home for people with disabilities. And thats pretty much the first bit I could probably go into more detail but I don't think it's necessary right now.