Steampunk-Jet

When me and my sister were younger, we liked to get our duvets and the metal pole used to open the loft hatch and make a mini tent in our room. We used the blankets as the roof and both our duvets to cover ourselves, sandwiching ourselves in. Bearing in mind I was very young, I remember my father came into the room to pull the curtains (and we had to quickly quieten our gigglings and stick our books under our pillows) and give us a kiss. He knelt down to crawl into the blanket tent and said to us, "I wouldn't sleep in there if I were you, there's terrible drafts that come in through the window and blow cold all over you." Of course if he ha

A couple of years ago - gosh I don't know how many - me and my once happy family took a holiday to Turkey. I built up a lot of memories involving water there, like when the hotel owner's dog dived into the pool and started doggy-paddling in it and then got out and shook all the water onto us. Another of them was when my mum was walking on the far end of it and stubbed her toe on a drain and it started bleeding and my father had to fireman carry her back to our rooms. However, the most vivid memory was probably one of the most troubling memories I have related to water and swimming. My sister was working on her swimming skills whilst we were o

I've put a lot of thought to it, but I've decided I'm not going to do the average post-a-paragraph-of-your-traits intro about myself. I think it will probably help to connect with anyone who cares more if I take the time every few days to write about a specific thing about me or something that's happened in my past that will probably help to "portray" me better. I've waited a long time to have a private journal, until I realised that it's not really important for it to be private. If I'm going to be so locked up in my mind at least I can remember and reflect on it later. I guess if anyone's interested enough to read that's an added bonus.