Welcome to the Land of Ogres
It was the moment my world stopped. The moment the birds flew away for safety and little kids playing so noisily outside ran home to their beloved mothers. I can remember it clearly. “James, Yvonne. Your dad is very sick, he can’t cope living here anymore, and his mummy and granny have both died. That is why we’re moving to Scotland.” I could feel the hatred both my brother and I had towards my mum for saying something that was beyond our wildest dreams of impossibilities. I’d never been to Scotland before, but I had seen Shrek which I always imagined everyone to look like. Big, green and hands so big they could lift up the world as if it was a football. I knew I couldn’t move to Scotland the people were ogres who would happily eat up an innocent four year old child.
I remember as if it was yesterday, running out the house being greeted by the sun on my face and the sweet smell of cherries blooming from every tree around me. I would continue running until I arrived …show more content…
Then, I had a moment of realisation slap me in the face. I needed my mum who needed my dad who needed to be in his own country so he wouldn’t get sicker than he already was. I told Niko it was time for me to leave. I had to move to Scotland. Returning from the mountain was the most depressing walk ever, but it was a move that had to be done for the sake of my parents. Next morning when I woke up I could smell the sweet taste of pancakes, just how I liked. I digested the pancakes like a lion, and then started to pack my toys away. The ones I no longer needed in an old ruined plastic bag, it was an upsetting time knowing things I once loved were to be binned. It was a bit like moving. People I liked and places I always visited were going to be gone. In the afternoon the sun was scorching hot. I wanted to go out and play with my friends, but instead I had to help my mum pack the bags for my dad and brother, who were to leave the next
It was the moment my world stopped. The moment the birds flew away for safety and little kids playing so noisily outside ran home to their beloved mothers. I can remember it clearly. “James, Yvonne. Your dad is very sick, he can’t cope living here anymore, and his mummy and granny have both died. That is why we’re moving to Scotland.” I could feel the hatred both my brother and I had towards my mum for saying something that was beyond our wildest dreams of impossibilities. I’d never been to Scotland before, but I had seen Shrek which I always imagined everyone to look like. Big, green and hands so big they could lift up the world as if it was a football. I knew I couldn’t move to Scotland the people were ogres who would happily eat up an innocent four year old child.
I remember as if it was yesterday, running out the house being greeted by the sun on my face and the sweet smell of cherries blooming from every tree around me. I would continue running until I arrived …show more content…
Then, I had a moment of realisation slap me in the face. I needed my mum who needed my dad who needed to be in his own country so he wouldn’t get sicker than he already was. I told Niko it was time for me to leave. I had to move to Scotland. Returning from the mountain was the most depressing walk ever, but it was a move that had to be done for the sake of my parents. Next morning when I woke up I could smell the sweet taste of pancakes, just how I liked. I digested the pancakes like a lion, and then started to pack my toys away. The ones I no longer needed in an old ruined plastic bag, it was an upsetting time knowing things I once loved were to be binned. It was a bit like moving. People I liked and places I always visited were going to be gone. In the afternoon the sun was scorching hot. I wanted to go out and play with my friends, but instead I had to help my mum pack the bags for my dad and brother, who were to leave the next