This is part of my journey in high school. So, I used to live on a project, AKA, a council estate, and we used to get on a bus and get taken to a brand-new school and it was in the middle of nowhere. And the reason we went to that school was we were […]

Soccer batheaston C of E pitch

#ruffaroundtheedges part 8 and this was a memory at least in the wintertime in the house that I lived in on the project. What used to happen in the winter is there was no heating in our house.So as the temperatures fell overnight. and I was in a tiny little box room as I was

#ruffaroundtheedges part seven, and this is a little story about making “do.” What I mean by “making do” is the house that we lived in on the project, we could only warm up one tank of hot water each day. Between my mom and my 4 sisters and me. and sometimes my grandma. We used

#rougharoundheedges part six, I’m just under eleven years old, and I was talking to somebody at the high school that I just started, and they were doing a paper delivery round, and we were so poor that I needed to earn my own pocket money as they call it in the UK. He took me

#ruffaroundtheedges part five – Fishing is the second activity I learned to get away from the project. I used to do activities to escape from the project, and I used to find this little place where I could walk. to and there was a little tiny hole alongside a tiny river. And I figured out

#ruffaroundtheedges part four and this is probably when I’m just six or seven years old and I used to go on my first activity away from the project. And I joined a small swimming club called The Dolphins, where I learned how to swim. What was really interesting about that is my eldest sister used

Continuing my theme of first memories from back to where I was born, my grandmother continued to live at Tucking Mill cottages. I used to be shipped off from the project where I lived – in the summer to spend all with time at my grandmother’s cottage. I never got to meet my grandfather, because

This is my first early childhood memory. The very first early memory I have is that my grandmother used to have like a shed or a place where she kept all her small gardening tools. And the shed was covered in beautiful yellow honeysuckle. I used to smell the sweet honeysuckle, every morning, and every