These are some of my memories that I can remember clearly. Some go way back and some are quite resentful. I have three, some parts are bad memories and other parts are so good I will never forget them. One of my earliest memories was when I was about 3 or 4 years old and living in a small house in Warrington. It was a warm sunny day and I was out in the garden playing football with my friend Joe. My mom and Joe's mom were both at home having dinner together because they hadn't seen each other in a while. Joe and I were both seeing who could do the most kicks. When my turn came, I kicked the ball too far and it fell into the garden next door. I went to check it out if I could see it. As I was walking I could see something in the bush, then I realized it was an action figure. So I ran to get him, but before I got there, Joe had already beat me to it. I tried to tear it away but he kept holding onto it, like a dog with a bone. We argued and argued for about 2 or 3 minutes. Then suddenly he let go and I flew into the air. Then I ended up landing on the concrete outside the back door and hitting my head on the floor. The pain rose to my head and I began to feel dizzy. It was as if someone had put my head in a vice and was slowly tightening it. There was no blood but there was a huge bruise on the back of my neck. I started screaming as loud as I could and both of our parents ran out the back door to see what was happening. The bruise lasted about a week and I didn't speak to Joe for about a month. Another of my memories dates back to when I was about 10 years old. My father had a friend who was reassembling an old motorcycle with scrap parts. At the time all I wanted was a motorcycle and I begged my Dan to buy one for his friend. My father asked his friend if he would sell the motorcycle after he got it running.