Remember, Remember the 9th of November

I am 19 in under 2 weeks. It just seems so old. I honestly still feel like a child not wanting to grow up but still wanting the independance. Maybe that's how all grown ups feel? Sensible on the surface so they can gain as much freedom and independance as possible yet underneath it all they'd rather just go back to playing for hours doing absolutely nothing, but being totally engrossed in this absolute nothing!

When I was younger I used to line up all of my toys around me and read to them. When I first started doing this, I couldnt read. I would remember as much as I could I spose from what my mum and dad had read to me and make the rest up. Shows where my love for reading came from. I think this was my "i want to be a teacher when i grow up" stage. This stayed the same until I was about 6 and wanted to be an archeologist - which I could probably spell correctly then - broken only by about 3 months of just wanting to be Sporty Spice.

From this photo I can tell I was never a cute child. I was definitely far too spoilt before my brother turned up. Four years of being the only child and only grandchild. I now sincerley apologise for all the nasty tricks I played on my little brother.
Whats also weird about the photo is that I can actually name all of those toys. I'm glad that dress never resurfaced.

"I love this pic...I was down stairs and you were "too quiet". This is how I found you...toys lined up and books lined up, reading to them all!!" - Mum just facebooked me this. She deserves a mention as she was the sneaky one who took the photo.


Here's a weird thing that inspired this post and that picture. I keep dreaming about my kids - or the kids I will one day have. Bloody freaking me out. I mean of course I want kids and yea there are certain people who do know what I want to call my children. But I am 18 (going on 19) I have at least a few years of career and money making before I even think of kids. So if the dreams wouldnt mind stopping that would be great or at least not being every night.

Jungle Themed night out for my birthday. Definitely will be missing certain people though but once again a burden of uni is always having to miss someone.
Love xxxx

P.S. Just realised I am sitting in the exact same position as my three year old self in the photo. My feet like that and everything! Woah. Instead of a book I have a laptop in my hands and I'm surrounded by newspapers, assignment drafts and text books instead of dolls.
P.P.S Yes I already know what I'm getting you for Christmas, but its because I love you and want to get it right. ;)