The start of my life... God i'm mad I am

I never did think I would keep a diary... One day i'll upload these to this (when I find out how) and you can see that these are often written straight after the moment that made so inclined to jot it down... Let's begin, it's going to be a mad one, I can just tell.

I'm sitting in a little office area of my church, it's Thursday night right now, about 9:30pm... I go to a youth group down here, and have been until I was 14 (I think) I was one of the original members of it when it started up with just three, maybe five members, and i've seen it grow to just a vision, to a place where people go as a place to be on a thursday night around the local area, and everthing was great... But it really wasn't.

I am very socially awkward in situations, I ALWAYS have been, ever since my first day of school when I was just a measly 4, i've always been the black sheep, liking everything that no-else likes, like liking (three likes ha) Digimon over Pokemon, a childish example I know, but that was the first time I noticed I was "different", and I kept noticing that ever since, everyone loved football and supported their favorate teams... I hated (and still do) "unexteme sport" I love Bouldering, and Kayaking, and bungee jumping and ziplining... No one else does... I tried to like football, BUGGER ME I TRIED, JUST TO FIT IN... but I couldn't. All throughout my life, I was just different, but not in a cute, soppy sort of way, a strange, dark sort of way, I used to remember my mum had to get friendly with a kid my age's mumust so I had someone to play with, but even then, I was still known as the "weird one" so the damage was done, and I was shunned for the first couple years of primary school life...

But do you know what's strange, I was a popular kid... I know! Because no-one had really met a kid like me, they wanted to know everything about me to conpare, and I was a very happy child, as I did not know how to feel alone then (being only 4 or 5 at the time), not properly alone... That happened later.

(This may go off in tangents from here on out, so be warned!)

All of my happy memories happened when I was young, and from what I can remember, they were pretty good! However when I turned 6, this all changed...
I moved up into my third year of primary school, as with every year of primary school you get a new teacher (tangent coming up) both my primary school teachers in my first two years of my primary school life were absolutly brilliant, my first years' teacher was called Mrs Board, and since that first year, I have NEVER had a better teacher, she was calm, soft spoken, and could keep me under control (as I was a "bit of a handfull"). I would really like to track her down one day amd just say thank you to her for... Everything really. She taught me how to read and write, a feature that has been absolutely invaluable, as you can see now really...

The teacher in my second year was (I think) called Ms haywood, and again, she was an amazing teacher, she caught me how to count, improve my reading vastly (when I was 5, I had the reading age of 12), yes she was a little stricter than Mrs Board, but that does not always mean bad! I had a good year that year... It was the third year that was the begginning of the nails in the coffin.

I'n going to stop writing for now on this, as i'm begginning to lose interest in the subject, but i'll tell you all the date and the time of when I start again so the adventure of life continues!

Have a good day

Michael (twitchy)