I was born into a big family, 6 sisters and one brother. My father and mother worked hard to put food on the table and clothes on our back. Was it a happy childhood not really, my mother never had time to give us love, can’t remember her ever putting her hands around me and telling me she loved me.

Although there were times when we had fun, the bad times push the good times out of your memory. I cant remeber anything that happened to me until I was eight years old. I will never foget that day, I was given a new fishing rod and wanted to try it out. I made my way over to a canal which has now got a fire station buit on it.

I remeber being excited about using my fishing rod, but that did not last long. I black man came an sat down beside me and started to abuse me, making me do things I knew was wrong but I was to scared to move as I thought he would hurt me. He took my fishing rod off me and said he would show me how to use it, while he was trying to sort it out I pushed him and he fell over. I then run all the way home without my fishing rod.

I did not say anything because I thought people would not believe me, so I kept quiet about what had happened, I was not asked about the fishing rod until a police women came to the house, and started asking questions about something that had happened. The police womam knew my parents and me and asked me where my fishing rod was.

I just started crying and said I lost it, but my mother asked me again and said this time tell the truth, so I sat down and told them what had happened. Even after this my mum did not embrace me to give me any comfort for the ordeal I had been through. I was not sure that she belived me. The man who done this was never caught.

I still remember this and see the man’s face like it was yesterday, I even rember the excact spot where it happened.

I started school but could not mix wth other children, as normal kids did. I was bullied from an early age in junior school, costantly beaten up by other boys for laugh. I had know one to turn to, and know one would listento me anyway.