Well, 10 to 15 events? :3
Umm, well...
Event 1: My dad died when I was around 13 years old, and I believe it was either a few months before or after I started high school, most likely before, before I first heard news I had been messing around with a friend inside the school where we seemed to be walking amok on the school grounds, he had been sent to hospital after a car crash and doctors were attempting to revive him, I joined my whole family in the car where my sister seemed to be moved to tears and crying loudly, but I did not tremble. We sat in the waiting room, and a doctor came in and told us he had not came back, again the whole family was distressed but I didn't know my dad so my emotions weren't so forced until later on, where I burst out crying on the way back home.
Event 2: I believe around August perhaps around the age of either 10-12, I had a accident where I had asked two stray men on a beach whilst my family was on holiday to ask if they'd give the boat, or it was my stepfather who asked. We borrowed the boat and my stepdad seemed to take responsibility, but I was ever so excitable I seemed to run out and try to chase him whilst he was drifting out to sea, I ran so fast I seemed to fall back and began to suffocate and fight for survival as I tried very hard to swim but couldn't, I tried very hard until he saved me and grabbed my hand, bringing me back onto the boat.
Event 3: Around the age of 3-5 years old, most likely 3, I remember sleeping on the sofa of my house in the living room, where I'd wake up to a massive argument later that evening/night where my father and mother were arguing, the fighting was so intense, I heard screaming, even perhaps someone pulling someones hair, the fight seemed to be over my dad and possibly my mother with my now stepdad, I watched, scared and frightened until my father grabbed me and took me into the car out on the front, where we drove off and I was singlely taken by him to his mothers bungalow where I stayed that night. It was my father's divorce I believe.
Event 4: I had a variety of 'friends' as a small child perhaps 4-5-6, who one I would visit and be nervous and scared around, being called Christopher where I believe my family would visit but I would be too nervous to join them and would come out later in the day,
Event 5: I also remember another friend named Jackie who I made and would play with, I would use stones to actually etch drawings into the kurb of a pavement right outside his house and draw monsters, showing my early creativity, I remember the day he left me when I was playing with a dumper truck outside his leave and his parent told me to leave, I never saw him since.
Event 6: I made my first real friend when I was older, probably 5-6, when my sister asked me to come to his house after I was sitting outside, stuck and bored, she told me to see him and I was very timid at first, but he gladly let me in, living three houses and across the road from me, I would first play Pokemon there, a video game and catch one, but he was around 5 years older than me, I had that friend for years now, he is still with me.
Event 7: I used to bully a child when I was around 10-12, his name was Tyrone, I used to attack him and even jump on his stomach as he layed on the grass on a field on the school grounds, my friends laughed, I was sad though, as I wanted to hate and beat him. He told the teachers, I retaliated again with violence.
Event 8: I was very quiet in my high school years, I used to dissapear into the local woodlands, my head was full of thoughts and there I used to eat with another student named Lance, where we used to talk about our favorite series together and video games and eat lunch there. I would also often hide in the bushes, run from the teachers and try to avoid class often, I would get very sentimental from my dad having died and my emotions fumed, I would not enter class and eventually joined a book club, but I still seemed to detest the school and the authority there ( I always hated teachers ) and would walk off around the school and areas, I would avoid classes for months, eventually I was taken out and once attempted suicide or a form of hatred towards the school, I dared to 'jump in the skip' as I see it and scared myself, I would only listen to some teachers. They appeared to be extremely sad with my act. I eventually started skipping school altogether, walking back home, my mother appeared to remove me from the school premises, and I then remember staying inside, where I would sit and play video games on a gamecube console. I rarely went out. I was really depressed.
Event 9: Around the ages of 13, I would sleep all day and get depressed about college and school and how they helped me, I seemed to detest what I once did and live alone in a crowded room, I was scared of myself and hated myself for the acts, my mother eventually moved and it was the biggest thing I hated, as I felt anger, depression and anxiety with the move, it was a new house near the holiday resort we used to go, but I still hated it, I kicked the doors and would scream and cry to myself, once we got there, I was scared, numb and would walk around with the biggest depression and numbness I ever felt. I hated it. Always hated that house. It was disgusting, horrible, it's how I knew it. It was the most despicable move we ever made, but I would stay in my room and watch japanese cartoons on my computer, I would make friends online and only go out to get cookies or food to eat.
Event 10: During my time in the new house, I became absent, angry, depressed, fidgetive, angry at my parents and argue, I felt very angry with their ordeals and blame them for all they did, my mother took it as a remark of belief of depression. We would argue for hours but it seemed like minutes to myself. I seemed to be extremely sentimental. I would cry and be in my room, saddened. Leaving the world alone.
Event 11: I started to conform to a college course about confidence where I met several people, played in a band where it was part of a scheme to build up my confidence for college, my confidence grew with the band where I even nurtured one member and they also seemed to be autistic, I also cooked food of my choice during the 'confidence' course and made cakes and such, lasagne, sausage caserole and would give to family back home, I eventually did gigs as we did songs and played together, I was a singer at that point where I was appraised for my voice which I was very nervous and shy about at first, having being a talent that seemed to rise, the gigs seemed to grow, and I eventually didn't like them but my confidence would be alright and I did well, playing infront of '20,000' people on a large stage. I was very uptight and nervous when I was practicing and even when singing. I would practice the songs I knew at home but the shyness really belted me. I eventually did a course for learning teamwork and obstacles and games in a local forest where I played with aforementioned teammates and I seemed to really enjoy myself, being very good at getting across large walls as a obstacle, but found it hard to get across a tightrope around a woodland blindfolded. I would leave that course around May I believe of 2009 and then reenter college at september later that year.
Event 12: I would attempt to meet up with a boy around the ages of 17, the month being august 2010 who seemed to become my friend online, and I wanted to meet him in real life, he told me I was company and 'his sanctuary' I would attempt to bring him up with my joy and enthusiam for games, love and joy, he eventually drew pictures and I was very happy with his approach, it seemed we were both very nervous online and wanted to meet up as he lived nearby in a place in the same city ( it being Leicester ) and we always intolerated it together, I would very nervously ask for his approval in plans but he'd say no after a while of his mother, I wanted to find a job eventually and work with him or close to him as his work in Next had inspired me, I would attempt to go into the city center, expecting to meet him at that Next, but he wasn't at that one, appearing to be at another in a place called Beaumont leys, I attempted to go there, his shyness and depression grew greater and I became his personal assistant online, caring for him with my enthusiam and making him happy, we eventually would however break up due to many attacks on each other and me actually attempting to enter his workplace to see if he was there, and him saying I was being a 'stalker' and 'seduced a coworker' when I never attempted such things. I was very depressed. We left with the fight ending May, this year.
event 13: Around the age of 6, I once grew very angry with my dad and protested that he scolded me as I seemed to pick up a phone and dial 999 to actually arrest him at such a young age, he was very angry and saddened and call them back to tell them to leave whilst I sat in sadness and anxiety and callousness at the call. I would tell him I would never do it again, promising and left. I would meet up with my friends later.
14: Me and my neice once got lost whilst walking from my brothers to go home with her, she'd persist that her way was the right way as she said about a route and we followed, I then said about another and we eventually said about a old ladies house, the old lady would then call the police to have us picked up, I believe we were 6-7-8 at the time and it seemed my route was the best one. Around the same age, I also had a incident where I seemed to believe I was 'following my stepdad to work' and would ride out on a small trike past traffic, cop cars, other cars and other motorways to a long distance bridge nearby and would hide in the field as police sirens seemed to go out, I was taken and scolded for my actions.
15: I would nurture my stepdad's brother who was physically disabled whilst on a holiday to Spain, I believe I was 17 at the time; he had suffered brain damage from a car accident from his younger age of 17, and I would become his personal 'protector', I once saved him after he dived in a swimming pool and from my view, he was drowning and falling into the pool, he swam and we ate together, talked together and seemed to have a great time talking together about our issues, I would join him later on when I was there again november 2010 and would stay in his caravan/tent home in a personal caravan site there, from now, he was disabled but still we spent much time together in that caravan but would have a argument and I would storm off later on after we went to a pub together, I would get drunk after consolidation from parents and stand up and sing in front of the pub on their kaoroke, with as much feeling as I could, but I learned to hate the caravan site and avoided it later on.
