Thought I'd start off with a concise history of me:
Now this is the story all about how my life got twist turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute and sit right there and tell you how I got from Rives to Reading (via several different countries)... quite...
"Pacing it down the Slopes, 1993" AND "First holiday, 1991"
Born on the 12th August 1990 in the Rives maternity ward, Isรจre, France, I didn't stay long in my grandparents house because my dad who worked (and still works) in the hotel industry had found a job in Scotland near Glasgow. So off I went on my first plane journey when I was 2 months old to take over Scotland with my Sister (09/1988) and my mum. So there I was, chilling in C for a whole 8 months before we packed our bags and flew back to France near C-S-A in the Alps. I then celebrated my first birthday back in my hometown of V (I call V my hometown as well as Rives because technically I came to this world in Rives but my parents were based in V) being cool with my baby-bouncer and quiff. When I started growing hair, my fringe, for some reason decided that it wanted to go for the Tintin effect but to EXTREME lengths so there I was, the baby with the EXTREME quiff... nice !
"Painting of me, 1992" AND "With my sister and dad, 1993"
After 2 years of lounging it, learning French, how to walk, the letters of the alphabet etc... We went BACK to Glasgow in September of '93 where I was put in a nursery with hardly any notion of English ! This meant that I learnt English pretty darn fast and with a small Scottish accent to go with it ! Nursery was pretty awesome as far as I can remember though that was short lived as but a year later, we moved to B, a town not too far from Glasgow where I learnt my skills of riding a bike and such. There I started my primary school career at B Primary where I paced it through the years winning some ribbons in the sports day and all (damn foreigners: in our country, taking our ribbons) ! Life was good in B with friends all around and the awesome family being... awesome. We stayed there until June '96 when my dad decided it was time to cross the Atlantic and hit the USA with all we had. So we packed up and moved back to France for a while from July to October whilst my dad had to get paperwork sorted out. I remember going to London and waiting in a ha-YUGE hall with the family to see if we'd been accepted to enter the US. Turns out they approved of us and we were set to leave !
"Looking chuffed, 1996" AND "With the world's CREEPIEST Santa Claus, 1993"
So we jetted off to America in September of '96, as my dad had got the job of chef for this rich guy in C, Ohio. This meant that we lived in a pretty sweet mansion for the 9 months that we remained there. In that time, I managed to pick up a strong American accent which I have a few recordings of... I'll be sure to share them one day if I manage to work out how to get tape into MP3... America was so good, I went to school by school bus (exactly like the one in the magic schoolbus except this one didn't shrink or transport us to the moon or anything) to H Elementary, enjoyed my 1st grade chowing down on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when nothing else pleased me in the canteen menu. When you're a kid in America, and you don't think much about what's inside your food as long as it's delicious, the food is AWESOME what with delicious artificial flavours. I always get good flashbacks whenever I eat Reese's cups, Hershey's kisses, tootsie rolls or Air Heads ... Well, America went well and then the decision was taken to return to Europe in June '97. 9 months wasn't long but some of the best times I had in my younger life happened in there. Still, Europe called us back so who were we to ignore it ?
"Doing an Olympic-Level jump, 1997" AND "Quiche? What Quiche? I didn't TOUCH the Quiche!, 1997"
After spending autumn term in my local primary back in V, we then moved back to Scotland again where something weird and unnatural happened: My American accent slowly mixed in with my suppressed Scottish one which resulted in some freaky accent which I also have a recording of ! So here we were in Inver, some miles up the road from Aberdeen. Joining K Primary in January of '98 was the beginning of my most recent stint in the UK. I was in primary three, meeting many new people (moving so much, I think I must have met hundreds of different friends !) and learning new stuff on the way... as you tend to do in schools... Anyway, Inver went well and we stayed there for two and a half years (a record !) until June 2000. A lot can be said about my time in Inver but that'll be for another post lest the "concise" aspect of this post fall through. Having been offered a job as Duty Manager in a hotel in M, the family took its first steps in the country of England !
"Check it ! I'm Jesus !, 2001" AND "Spreading the good vibes, 1999"
A lot of good times were had in M from October '00 to September '02. I finished my primary education and stealthed it into secondary at S P's in S. In two years, my crazy accent melted in with the English accent to form what I sound like today . By the time my dad got a Manager job in Birmingham in 2002, I was ready to hit year 8 with all I had.
One paragraph is WAY not enough to describe what went on in Birmingham for the 6 years we stayed there. My parents didn't want to move any more so that my sister and I could finish our secondary education in the same school : Bishop Vesey Grammar School for Boys *cheer*. How do I know this? Because the second I leave the house to go to university, they jet off to Mauritius to enjoy the good lifestyle !! Awesome !
So here I now am, in my second year of university at Reading Uni. Living the city life in our apartment. Hopefully in future posts, I'll have more time to speak about the more recent places I've lived in.
Well... that's a basic history of me ! I had an awesome childhood !! I didn't write much from '02 onwards because that'll be for another day I think :)
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