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Thoughts On Choosing Kindness

Thoughts On Choosing Kindness

I used to be a bully. Adults around me said that I was ‘bossy’, but really, I was controlling. I liked having power over people. I saw friends as people who were supposed to do what you wanted them to do, which tended to mean I gathered friends who were shy and retiring and then bossed them around a lot, until inevitably they learned how to stand up for themselves and found friends who were more chilled out. There was…

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Baby Miriam Judges Your Life

Baby Miriam Judges Your Life

I love baby photos. I think they’re absolutely hilarious. Pre-2000 Miriam was completely adorable. She had a very expressive face and a tendency to look concerned, upset, or judgemental about pretty much everything. So this post is in celebration of that. For the students currently revising for exams who don’t have time to read a long text-based post, and everybody else who wants something primarily formed of images — here’s a summary of my life before the millenium, with a…

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Time Passes

Time Passes

A year ago today, my grandma passed away. It’s also father person’s birthday today, which means I didn’t like to mention this. I’m sure the parentals haven’t forgotten, and reminding them seemed unnecessary, and would have put a damper on the mood. Yet at the same time, it seemed odd to go the whole day without mentioning it to anyone. Not even to my friends. What’s in a year? A year is ever so slightly over a seventeenth of my…

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Why Lie To Children?

Why Lie To Children?

I have to say, I don’t really get the whole ‘Father Christmas’ thing. I don’t understand why parents will spend years convincing their children that there really is a fat old man who comes down the chimney and leaves them presents – only to tell them later that they were lying, and have the children heartbroken. Why? When I was young, my parents never told me that Father Christmas, or Santa, or whatever, was real. They didn’t say he wasn’t,…

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Why I Hated Artemis Fowl (And Then Changed My Mind)

Why I Hated Artemis Fowl (And Then Changed My Mind)

I always wanted to read books when I was too young for them. I read the Hobbit when I was seven because a theatre company were coming to our primary school to perform it and I didn’t want them to spoil the plot for me. Immediately I begged my parents to let me read the Lord of the Rings, but they were insistent that I would enjoy it more if I waited until I was older. Eventually we compromised –…

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I Never Had To Try

I Never Had To Try

When I was at primary school we had weekly spelling tests. I always did brilliantly at them. I didn’t even have to try. Because I read so much, I was just a natural at spelling, and so I’d give these lists a once-over and I’d know them all. Other people sat there writing them out again and again. Other people learned them. I didn’t need to. One day, when I was about nine or ten, we had a spelling test….

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Thank You For My Childhood

Thank You For My Childhood

A lot of people consider one book, or more usually book series, to have formed a large part of their childhood. For many of our generation, that was Harry Potter. The day the last book came out, people flooded to the bookshops. And wept. When the last film premiered, it was like they too were leaving Hogwarts. It was the end of an era. Though the series has had nothing like the astronomical fame and success of Harry Potter, for…

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Escape! A Play

Escape! A Play

Today, as part of the Teens Can Write, Too! blog chain, I’m writing a post based on the prompt: “What is the first thing you remember writing of your own accord?” I urge you to read other posts on the chain – I had the hard job of starting, and I’m sure they’ll all render me insignificant as soon as they post! All the details are on this page. Just recently, on the internet, I’ve started using my real name,…

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One Of A Pair

One Of A Pair

I went to see my grandmother today. It’s been almost a year and four months since my grandad died, and I’ve hardly been to the Cottage since, but today my sister drove us down and we spent the day with her. It was a lovely day, as she cooked us a typically enormous meal and we went for a walk and talked about people and life and all the things you talk about with grandparents, but I couldn’t help noticing….

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