I was born on the 11th of January 1985, to a loving, caring family, in Dillons Cross, Cork City, Ireland. I don’t really remember that so much, but we then moved to Fairhill, because we got our own house. Fairhill ,where I grew up, was thankfully situated close to all the local amenities: shops; sporting hall; restaurants and churches. We had a busy enough household, because I’ve got two sisters (I’m the middle child) two dogs(Prince and Princess), a budgie(Frankie) and a tortoise(Lulu).
I attended a cosy, extraordinary Nursery. I was amazed that ‘big school’ was such an eventful place, full of colour , my favourite toys and most of all my giddy, silly friends. I remember my first time using paint in Nursery. I had no idea what was going to happen, when all of a sudden my hands where submerged in red paint, which felt as smooth as silk. I was elated nothing could have burst my bubble of happiness.
I awkwardly and anxiously arrived at my first day in Infants, wearing my crisp, brand new uniform. This was the most frightening day of my life. Firstly my mother deserted me at the door, followed swiftly by a woman, who spoke in a completely foreign language to me, cheerfully and mysteriously requesting we call her Muinteoir. I felt absolutely lost I couldn’t wait to get out of this place.