But with a few high tech modern things like plasma TV’s and a computer.
A four poster bed with curtains.
OMG I can't believe I forgot this.
I was playing football on the school yard when I was in year 5.
Me and two other people went for the ball at the same time.
The two boys Tom and Liam ended up running into each other and I ended up doing half a backflip and landing on my head.
I was bleeding and (from what I'm told) there was a considerable amount of blood pooling around my head.
Tom ran and got my teacher. She called an ambulance.
The bell went and all the children had to line up as usual outside school. I was on the top yard so the children couldn't see me.
The entire faculty gathered around me and someone held a tea towel too my head. I remember feeling really tiered.
When the two ambulances arrived (why there was two I have no idea- maybe I'm just special) I got carried from the top yard in a stretcher down some pretty steep steps. In the ambulance I chose to sit in a seat rather than lie down.
I don't know how close that is to dying but they had too glue my head back together pretty fast.
And what did I get out of it?
A week off school and a magazine called Toxic. Oh, And my brain got all muddled up so now I’m crazy.
Twice as far as I'm aware.
Once I stepped off a pavement when a car was coming around the corner. Thank God I was with Hana my friend who pulled me back. The car was about four feet away from me ( I now ALWAYS look both ways twice) This was when I was fifteen.
And another time I was in Cornwall near lands end. I was in a weird sort of beach / bay / shipyard.
Across a body of water there was a REALLY BIG rusty ladder that was very tall.
Like taller than a house.
I decided instead of climbing the stone steps to get out of the (very cold) water I would climb this big ladder... Bad decision
When I was a fair height above the water, as least four metres ( I was about thirteen at the time BTW) my feet slipped from the medal ladder because of the water my hands had left there. I only had one hand on the ladder at that precise second so I had to quickly swing my other hand up to stop myself from falling. I managed to get my feet back on the ladder and climbed - very carefully and slowly- the few feet to the top.
What made it worse was that after that fairly traumatic experience -when my head could see the people walling around on top of the platform- I noticed my Father and Grandmother were sitting on a bench admiring the view.
Now they would have killed me them self’s if they’d known I'd climbed that very dangerous ladder so I had to wait until they were looking out at the sea to climb up, walk over to them and pretend I'd walked up the steps instead.
No, although it would be interesting to have grown up in Rome or Paris when people such as Vincent Van Gogh were alive I think that I am incredibly lucky to be a growing up in 2010 Britain.
I know that equality took a long time coming. Being someone who gets irritated by female stereotypes such as ‘it a woman’s job to clean the House’ or ‘It’s Men who provide for their family, not Women’ I know I would have been a suffragette or a rebellion.
I don’t know what the future holds but I hope it keeps getting better for children to grow up.