just three little word

Autobiography

Just Three Little Words


It’s funny the things you remember from your childhood. I can remember bits and pieces, but there is one experience that is so clear and stands out from all the rest. I remember it like it was yesterday, and this changed my little world at the time. It all started with three little words, but I will start from the beginning.

I was seven at the time and my brother Matthew was nine. We lived in a small house but it had just been extended to add on another bedroom. This was because my Mum was pregnant and I was no longer going to be the youngest in the family. Matthew wanted a boy and I wanted a girl. I remember going to Nana and Pa’s for the day and my...