My Story

This is my story. The story of my life. Well not all of it. Maybe writing it down will help. Who knows?


3. 2007/Getting older, losing time

So much happened in this year or the next but it all merges into one. Hence the second title of the chapter. I'll try and order this story but as I locked all my memories away I lost all sense of time and surroundings. 


When I moved into the juniors, Years 3 to 6, the classrooms where not in the main school building. It being England we had to do most of PE in the hall not outside. One day at the end of Year 3, we had just had PE in the hall. It was the end of the school day and we were late returning to class, so as we crossed the playground to go and get changed all our parents were stood ready to collect us from school. This particular day my dad was picking me up. 

He had jaundice, but I hadn't realised the changes being gradual day by day. However other members of my class had noticed and made cutting comments like "Why is your dad yellow?" or "Look. Hannah's dad's a lemon." This upset me but I quickly forgot it. If I'd been older this was the first indication something was wrong.


We later went to Disneyland Paris. It was and still is my favourite place in the whole world. I remember every day in the afternoon my dad stayed in the room because he was tired and me and my mum just went around. Being a naive child this was completely plausible because I thought he had an upset stomach.

On top of that my dad was in a wheelchair. Again this didn't sound any warning bells in my mind and I loved skipping the queues (to Pirates and the Caribbean) and getting the chance to push him. I know now we went to Disney so we could spend as much time together as possible. 

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