So it happened one day all i remember is a knock at the door and voices talking, couldn’t understand what the man was saying it sounded so strange. I was called into the kitchen that was scary enough in itself, my mothers cooking was awful, always broths and stews filled with barley. Years later when i met my brother again he told me how when they were moving from the flat to a house they moved the fridge and found what looked like a wasps nest of barley stuck to the grills behind it, our secret place to dispense of that fowl tasting ingredient, as with my mother if you didn’t eat it the first time it would be there every meal time until you did. At least i left them something to remember me by. Into the kitchen i went and this huge man was there jet black hair and moustache, wearing tracksuit bottoms and a jumper, Chris mum said this is your father and you are going on holiday with him. The man walked towards me and said what i think was hello, i had never really heard a welsh accent before. By the side of him was a woman, with an hour glass shaped body and a big mop of fuzzy hair. She didn’t say much at all but i understood hello and another boy a bit bigger than me. Well not much time to pack then if i am going on holiday, but surprise surprise my bags were ready, not understanding really what was going on and thinking where are my brother and sister are they not coming after all it was there dad too. So not even saying goodbye to my step dad, brother, step brother and  sister i was walked out of the door with my dad this woman and the boy and a duffle bag on my back into the back of a ford anglia and was sat down next to the other boy. I do remember my mum saying have an nice holiday and that was it door closed, car started and off down the road we went. I cannot recall looking behind at my mum or even thinking about where i was going and who are these people, i suppose it was what i was used too by now and just waited to see where we were going. The journey seemed like an eternity, if you have driven as an adult from Kent to the middle of North Wales you will understand, if you haven’t then make sure you take your ipod full of music its a long trip. But to a child it seemed like days and not knowing or being able to see because of the dark made it worse i suppose. So i am on holiday, when i wake up the beach will be there , sandcastles and ice cream i cant wait I am excited but tired , I will go to sleep and wait till the car stops hopefully it will be light and i can play straight away, yes the thought was there but the best was yet to come.