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The majority of people have happy childhood memories. Fond recollections of the past- your first walkman or your family as a whole. But for me, I don't have any happy memories. As a child, I was abused, molested and taunted by a man who found it fun to 'play' with Children. To date, I have forgotten about my experiences- I finally got over the fact that he was never caught. I have nightmares occasionally, but it's nothing I can't handle.
Uni starts next week. Until now, I have always been a lonely being. I find my own company the best. I have many friends on the internet, but no real friends that I can share a beer with, or generally mix with. That's why University will be my defining moment. Friends can help jog the memories from my head, and can let me get on with my life.
A few days until I go to Uni now, I can't wait. My parents will be fairly upset- they are oblivious to what happened and believe I had a normal upbringing. Keeping my secret concealed for so long has had its effects on me- I don't feel safe talking to people, giving them personal information. I can't share my experiences- happy or sad. Maybe this will change.
Finally, the big day. I say my final goodbye to my parents, and head off into a new world. I arrived at Warwick University in the afternoon, dropped off my belongings and headed off for some food. Later that evening, I decided to talk to my roommate.
His name was Joe. Seemed fairly similar to me, yet I doubt he has had the same childhood. We talk for a couple of hours, before I head off to bed, ready for the morning.
Getting up was an easy task, as was getting ready. Grabbing my iPod and notebook, I leave my room for my first Lecture. I opened the door, and immediately my nostrils filled with a stench so horrid it sent shakes from head to toe. I have smelt this stench before, but my memory fails me. Time to meet the man responsible for my Education, Mr. Jeffery. His bald head turned round, his eyes piercing my own. It was him. He was the one that caused so many night of worry, of pain and of utter despair. He was the one who tormented me. He was my alleged 'classroom assistant'. There was no mistaking that smell- it was the smell of revenge.
I sit down, hoping he won't recognise me. He glances around the room, gazing at my peers one by one. Focusing on me, his eyebrow twitches, but he carries on scanning the room. He has no idea who I am.
I plug my iPod in, and start listening to tunes as I write my first assignment- Life as a Child. It's all a horrid lie. Fake memories, an unreal brother and happy times. I can't let him know who I am, not yet.
Arriving in class the following week, I was told to see 'him' at the end. Maybe he knows?
I wait patiently for him to finish the lecture, and everyone piles out of the room. I stick my music on hold, and walk over to him.
"Fantastic essay Mr…"
"Peters. Matt Peters"
"Would you mind reading it out for the class tomorrow? People benefit from hearing other assignments."
"Yeah, sure. No problem."
I walk out; I can taste the revenge already. Adrenaline is pumping through my body, it was the perfect opportunity.
The next day arrives, the sunlight shining through the half-drawn curtains. I reach the room 10 minutes later, and prepare to read my assignment to the class. Except this is my Diary; my peers won't know that.
"Let me start off by telling you my troubles as a child. The man you see standing beside me, he is responsible for crimes that you can't comprehend. Yes, Mr. Jeffery here, he thought it was fun to play with children. In fact, he had one little boy in mind, didn't you? Yes, because you see, that little boy was me"
The whole rooms suddenly silences. Pens lids stop clicking, all eyes drawn to Mr. Jeffery.
"He lies! I have done nothing of the sort!"
"Then explain the mark your ring left on my back"
It was a perfect match.
He was hauled away the same day, the police were more then happy to arrest him. He had changed his identity several times; they had been searching for him over a period of four years.
So now, a year on into my University life, I'm finally enjoying the adventure. I have a serious relationship with a Girl from my English class, and Joe has been more of a friend than I could have imagined.
I can't really explain it, but for some reason, I feel that y life as a child never really existed. When I think of my childhood, I don't see my younger self, but a happy man, enjoying life. Because his life started with his advance into University. The past is a distant memory, hidden behind friendship, love, and ultimately, revenge and justice.
Uni starts next week. Until now, I have always been a lonely being. I find my own company the best. I have many friends on the internet, but no real friends that I can share a beer with, or generally mix with. That's why University will be my defining moment. Friends can help jog the memories from my head, and can let me get on with my life.
A few days until I go to Uni now, I can't wait. My parents will be fairly upset- they are oblivious to what happened and believe I had a normal upbringing. Keeping my secret concealed for so long has had its effects on me- I don't feel safe talking to people, giving them personal information. I can't share my experiences- happy or sad. Maybe this will change.
Finally, the big day. I say my final goodbye to my parents, and head off into a new world. I arrived at Warwick University in the afternoon, dropped off my belongings and headed off for some food. Later that evening, I decided to talk to my roommate.
His name was Joe. Seemed fairly similar to me, yet I doubt he has had the same childhood. We talk for a couple of hours, before I head off to bed, ready for the morning.
Getting up was an easy task, as was getting ready. Grabbing my iPod and notebook, I leave my room for my first Lecture. I opened the door, and immediately my nostrils filled with a stench so horrid it sent shakes from head to toe. I have smelt this stench before, but my memory fails me. Time to meet the man responsible for my Education, Mr. Jeffery. His bald head turned round, his eyes piercing my own. It was him. He was the one that caused so many night of worry, of pain and of utter despair. He was the one who tormented me. He was my alleged 'classroom assistant'. There was no mistaking that smell- it was the smell of revenge.
I sit down, hoping he won't recognise me. He glances around the room, gazing at my peers one by one. Focusing on me, his eyebrow twitches, but he carries on scanning the room. He has no idea who I am.
I plug my iPod in, and start listening to tunes as I write my first assignment- Life as a Child. It's all a horrid lie. Fake memories, an unreal brother and happy times. I can't let him know who I am, not yet.
Arriving in class the following week, I was told to see 'him' at the end. Maybe he knows?
I wait patiently for him to finish the lecture, and everyone piles out of the room. I stick my music on hold, and walk over to him.
"Fantastic essay Mr…"
"Peters. Matt Peters"
"Would you mind reading it out for the class tomorrow? People benefit from hearing other assignments."
"Yeah, sure. No problem."
I walk out; I can taste the revenge already. Adrenaline is pumping through my body, it was the perfect opportunity.
The next day arrives, the sunlight shining through the half-drawn curtains. I reach the room 10 minutes later, and prepare to read my assignment to the class. Except this is my Diary; my peers won't know that.
"Let me start off by telling you my troubles as a child. The man you see standing beside me, he is responsible for crimes that you can't comprehend. Yes, Mr. Jeffery here, he thought it was fun to play with children. In fact, he had one little boy in mind, didn't you? Yes, because you see, that little boy was me"
The whole rooms suddenly silences. Pens lids stop clicking, all eyes drawn to Mr. Jeffery.
"He lies! I have done nothing of the sort!"
"Then explain the mark your ring left on my back"
It was a perfect match.
He was hauled away the same day, the police were more then happy to arrest him. He had changed his identity several times; they had been searching for him over a period of four years.
So now, a year on into my University life, I'm finally enjoying the adventure. I have a serious relationship with a Girl from my English class, and Joe has been more of a friend than I could have imagined.
I can't really explain it, but for some reason, I feel that y life as a child never really existed. When I think of my childhood, I don't see my younger self, but a happy man, enjoying life. Because his life started with his advance into University. The past is a distant memory, hidden behind friendship, love, and ultimately, revenge and justice.
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I didn't really realise what I was doing until the later s**tages of my teenage years. What I mean is that I never realised the consequences of not s**tudying hard and fooking about at school would leave me with average GCSEs and no A-Levels. After 6th form I s**tarted temping, as it was the only option. I didn't want to work in one of the shops in my town centre - I was far too good with computers to s**taf**k shelves...so I did data entry for a bit. Ahem.
But the more I worked, the more I found myself interacting with people and becoming less introverted. In 6th form I had a reputation for being quiet and shy, when in fact I had a lot to say but was too quiet and shy to say it. As I approached 18/19, I realised that I'd actually was**ted what should have been the formatitive years of my life. Sure, I had friends, I had a job which paid quite well, but later in life I knew they were going to surpass all this and I'd be left as "that guy who never left his home town". Now not everyone wants to leave their hometown...but I live in Harlow. K'pisch?
By now I had the confidence to s**tart conversations with utter s**trangers, and found myself enjoying it. So I got my sh*t together, rolled into Cambridge one day, presented myself (non-sexually, although the guy was a little camp) to a lecturer there and now I'm doing a degree that I really enjoy!
I don't really have any memories of my childhood. Not that I didn't have one - my parents were decent enough, and I was allowed to watch Thundercats, but I didn't achieve anything worth remembering. Now I've slowed things down to my own pace - no-one tells me what to do and I've got the know-how to do whatever the f*f**k I want. When I finish my degree - that's when the real fun will s**tart. I'll be old (and hopefully wise) enough to make a proper s**tart with my life. I'll travel, get laid, get drunk, have a laugh and hopefully run my own company. I'd like to settle down at some point, but that doesn't mean I'm going to s**top doing the things I love - that jus**t means even more fun, but i a different way.
But the more I worked, the more I found myself interacting with people and becoming less introverted. In 6th form I had a reputation for being quiet and shy, when in fact I had a lot to say but was too quiet and shy to say it. As I approached 18/19, I realised that I'd actually was**ted what should have been the formatitive years of my life. Sure, I had friends, I had a job which paid quite well, but later in life I knew they were going to surpass all this and I'd be left as "that guy who never left his home town". Now not everyone wants to leave their hometown...but I live in Harlow. K'pisch?
By now I had the confidence to s**tart conversations with utter s**trangers, and found myself enjoying it. So I got my sh*t together, rolled into Cambridge one day, presented myself (non-sexually, although the guy was a little camp) to a lecturer there and now I'm doing a degree that I really enjoy!
I don't really have any memories of my childhood. Not that I didn't have one - my parents were decent enough, and I was allowed to watch Thundercats, but I didn't achieve anything worth remembering. Now I've slowed things down to my own pace - no-one tells me what to do and I've got the know-how to do whatever the f*f**k I want. When I finish my degree - that's when the real fun will s**tart. I'll be old (and hopefully wise) enough to make a proper s**tart with my life. I'll travel, get laid, get drunk, have a laugh and hopefully run my own company. I'd like to settle down at some point, but that doesn't mean I'm going to s**top doing the things I love - that jus**t means even more fun, but i a different way.
It's that good huh? ;)
Yeah, it's fiction.
Yeah, it's fiction.
Is this a story .. or is it fiction sorry i can't tell the difference :S
How could you have not heard of Thundercats?
Crazy. Very, very crazy.
Crazy. Very, very crazy.
monkey_man wrote:
> Imagine that - she'd never heard of Thundercats. I repeat - NEVER
> HEARD OF THUNDERCATS!!
Oh the humanity!
My uncle used to tape Thundercats for me just in case I missed it.
> Imagine that - she'd never heard of Thundercats. I repeat - NEVER
> HEARD OF THUNDERCATS!!
Oh the humanity!
My uncle used to tape Thundercats for me just in case I missed it.
My girlfriend knows someone at Uni who was never allowed to watch TV as a child.
Imagine that - she'd never heard of Thundercats. I repeat - NEVER HEARD OF THUNDERCATS!!!
Imagine that - she'd never heard of Thundercats. I repeat - NEVER HEARD OF THUNDERCATS!!!
The majority of people have happy childhood memories. Fond recollections of the past- your first walkman or your family as a whole. But for me, I don't have any happy memories. As a child, I was abused, molested and taunted by a man who found it fun to 'play' with Children. To date, I have forgotten about my experiences- I finally got over the fact that he was never caught. I have nightmares occasionally, but it's nothing I can't handle.
Uni starts next week. Until now, I have always been a lonely being. I find my own company the best. I have many friends on the internet, but no real friends that I can share a beer with, or generally mix with. That's why University will be my defining moment. Friends can help jog the memories from my head, and can let me get on with my life.
A few days until I go to Uni now, I can't wait. My parents will be fairly upset- they are oblivious to what happened and believe I had a normal upbringing. Keeping my secret concealed for so long has had its effects on me- I don't feel safe talking to people, giving them personal information. I can't share my experiences- happy or sad. Maybe this will change.
Finally, the big day. I say my final goodbye to my parents, and head off into a new world. I arrived at Warwick University in the afternoon, dropped off my belongings and headed off for some food. Later that evening, I decided to talk to my roommate.
His name was Joe. Seemed fairly similar to me, yet I doubt he has had the same childhood. We talk for a couple of hours, before I head off to bed, ready for the morning.
Getting up was an easy task, as was getting ready. Grabbing my iPod and notebook, I leave my room for my first Lecture. I opened the door, and immediately my nostrils filled with a stench so horrid it sent shakes from head to toe. I have smelt this stench before, but my memory fails me. Time to meet the man responsible for my Education, Mr. Jeffery. His bald head turned round, his eyes piercing my own. It was him. He was the one that caused so many night of worry, of pain and of utter despair. He was the one who tormented me. He was my alleged 'classroom assistant'. There was no mistaking that smell- it was the smell of revenge.
I sit down, hoping he won't recognise me. He glances around the room, gazing at my peers one by one. Focusing on me, his eyebrow twitches, but he carries on scanning the room. He has no idea who I am.
I plug my iPod in, and start listening to tunes as I write my first assignment- Life as a Child. It's all a horrid lie. Fake memories, an unreal brother and happy times. I can't let him know who I am, not yet.
Arriving in class the following week, I was told to see 'him' at the end. Maybe he knows?
I wait patiently for him to finish the lecture, and everyone piles out of the room. I stick my music on hold, and walk over to him.
"Fantastic essay Mr…"
"Peters. Matt Peters"
"Would you mind reading it out for the class tomorrow? People benefit from hearing other assignments."
"Yeah, sure. No problem."
I walk out; I can taste the revenge already. Adrenaline is pumping through my body, it was the perfect opportunity.
The next day arrives, the sunlight shining through the half-drawn curtains. I reach the room 10 minutes later, and prepare to read my assignment to the class. Except this is my Diary; my peers won't know that.
"Let me start off by telling you my troubles as a child. The man you see standing beside me, he is responsible for crimes that you can't comprehend. Yes, Mr. Jeffery here, he thought it was fun to play with children. In fact, he had one little boy in mind, didn't you? Yes, because you see, that little boy was me"
The whole rooms suddenly silences. Pens lids stop clicking, all eyes drawn to Mr. Jeffery.
"He lies! I have done nothing of the sort!"
"Then explain the mark your ring left on my back"
It was a perfect match.
He was hauled away the same day, the police were more then happy to arrest him. He had changed his identity several times; they had been searching for him over a period of four years.
So now, a year on into my University life, I'm finally enjoying the adventure. I have a serious relationship with a Girl from my English class, and Joe has been more of a friend than I could have imagined.
I can't really explain it, but for some reason, I feel that y life as a child never really existed. When I think of my childhood, I don't see my younger self, but a happy man, enjoying life. Because his life started with his advance into University. The past is a distant memory, hidden behind friendship, love, and ultimately, revenge and justice.
Uni starts next week. Until now, I have always been a lonely being. I find my own company the best. I have many friends on the internet, but no real friends that I can share a beer with, or generally mix with. That's why University will be my defining moment. Friends can help jog the memories from my head, and can let me get on with my life.
A few days until I go to Uni now, I can't wait. My parents will be fairly upset- they are oblivious to what happened and believe I had a normal upbringing. Keeping my secret concealed for so long has had its effects on me- I don't feel safe talking to people, giving them personal information. I can't share my experiences- happy or sad. Maybe this will change.
Finally, the big day. I say my final goodbye to my parents, and head off into a new world. I arrived at Warwick University in the afternoon, dropped off my belongings and headed off for some food. Later that evening, I decided to talk to my roommate.
His name was Joe. Seemed fairly similar to me, yet I doubt he has had the same childhood. We talk for a couple of hours, before I head off to bed, ready for the morning.
Getting up was an easy task, as was getting ready. Grabbing my iPod and notebook, I leave my room for my first Lecture. I opened the door, and immediately my nostrils filled with a stench so horrid it sent shakes from head to toe. I have smelt this stench before, but my memory fails me. Time to meet the man responsible for my Education, Mr. Jeffery. His bald head turned round, his eyes piercing my own. It was him. He was the one that caused so many night of worry, of pain and of utter despair. He was the one who tormented me. He was my alleged 'classroom assistant'. There was no mistaking that smell- it was the smell of revenge.
I sit down, hoping he won't recognise me. He glances around the room, gazing at my peers one by one. Focusing on me, his eyebrow twitches, but he carries on scanning the room. He has no idea who I am.
I plug my iPod in, and start listening to tunes as I write my first assignment- Life as a Child. It's all a horrid lie. Fake memories, an unreal brother and happy times. I can't let him know who I am, not yet.
Arriving in class the following week, I was told to see 'him' at the end. Maybe he knows?
I wait patiently for him to finish the lecture, and everyone piles out of the room. I stick my music on hold, and walk over to him.
"Fantastic essay Mr…"
"Peters. Matt Peters"
"Would you mind reading it out for the class tomorrow? People benefit from hearing other assignments."
"Yeah, sure. No problem."
I walk out; I can taste the revenge already. Adrenaline is pumping through my body, it was the perfect opportunity.
The next day arrives, the sunlight shining through the half-drawn curtains. I reach the room 10 minutes later, and prepare to read my assignment to the class. Except this is my Diary; my peers won't know that.
"Let me start off by telling you my troubles as a child. The man you see standing beside me, he is responsible for crimes that you can't comprehend. Yes, Mr. Jeffery here, he thought it was fun to play with children. In fact, he had one little boy in mind, didn't you? Yes, because you see, that little boy was me"
The whole rooms suddenly silences. Pens lids stop clicking, all eyes drawn to Mr. Jeffery.
"He lies! I have done nothing of the sort!"
"Then explain the mark your ring left on my back"
It was a perfect match.
He was hauled away the same day, the police were more then happy to arrest him. He had changed his identity several times; they had been searching for him over a period of four years.
So now, a year on into my University life, I'm finally enjoying the adventure. I have a serious relationship with a Girl from my English class, and Joe has been more of a friend than I could have imagined.
I can't really explain it, but for some reason, I feel that y life as a child never really existed. When I think of my childhood, I don't see my younger self, but a happy man, enjoying life. Because his life started with his advance into University. The past is a distant memory, hidden behind friendship, love, and ultimately, revenge and justice.
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