8 years old.....

Thats me, sporting Geek chic before it had even come into fashion...ummm, yes. The creature struggling to escape is my cat Stinkey. Who at the time was about the same size as me. He is not a small animal. I am wearing a nightdress I had got for Xmas that year and loved so much I wore it as nornal clothes. And of course, Those are my glasses. My Original glasses. I liked them because red was my favorite colour and they had a panda on the side so some money from them went to WWF. (not the wrestlers, the other animals.) My mother wears them now when she doesnt want to bopther wearing her lenses. At the time we also had two other cats, tiny siamese called Greyone and Brownone. They were older than me and died a few years ago, ages 18 and 19 respectively. At this time my career ambition was to be a zoologist and I spent happy hours sstudying the ants next outside the front door. At one time I had an ant farm but I left it otside in winter and it froze solid. My mother brought it inside and when it unfroze the ants came back to life (like in the film with Mel Gibson) escaped, and began making dawn raids on our sugar bowl.

This year I wrote the winning poem in a competition entirely by accident. We had a lesson to do it and I couldnt be bothered so I wrote 5 random lines and messed about for the rest of the lesson. The teacher thought it was a Haiku, who was I to argue?