<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31550393</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:30:33.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><subtitle type='html'>This is for my daughter to read one day, this is the real Dad, my first memories both good and bad, from Nursery school through to when I met your Mum.

I hope you enjoy finding out about me before mum and I married.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadsyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31550393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadsyouth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06884696929825223536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.s97030328.oneandoneshop.co.uk/bs_shopdata/img/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31550393.post-115368720905785745</id><published>2006-07-23T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:40:09.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life begins.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was born on 18 February 1969 in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Gravesend&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Kent&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.  My father was in the Royal Welsh Regiment and they were stationed in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kent&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cardiff&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; when I was a few months old and moved to &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Gough Road&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt; in Ely where I spent most of my youth, what you are going to read is my life story or what I can remember of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first memory of living in Ely was the house, it was a three bed roomed house and I had the box room, I lived with my Mum, big sister Kim and my little Sister Lynda, my dad left us when I was very young and don't remember much about the split although there are bits I remember which I will cover as I go.  Back to the house, I remember that the lounge had grey speckled carpet that only fitted 3/4 of the way around the room, the rest were floor boards painted black, and I used to play toy cars around the wooden bits as they went faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen was well when I was little, large we had a kitchen table four chairs, coal room and pantry, and the pantry was used as our toy cupboard there was a large marble shelf about a 1ft thick, I had the top and my sisters had the bottom, it was always a mess.  I remember that on time me and my sister had to clear the room and tidy it up, it was great I scaled to the top of this pile of toys and just threw them out; I loved stripping things out but hated putting it all back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom was as I said the box room which in my younger days (Under 5 years old) had green Lino on the floor and greenish wall paper, wonder if that's how my favourite colour is green.  I later had football players on the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our garden was very big with a huge privet bush at the bottom I spent many a time climbing this privet bush it was about 20ft tall, there was a rockery just at the foot of this privet tree which was never very nice it had been put there when I was really little and over the years they just let the grass grow between the rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two sisters shared the back bedroom and my mum the front, the bathroom was big enough to have only the bath a toilet and sink and no room to swing a cat.&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31550393-115368720905785745?l=dadsyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadsyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115368720905785745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31550393&amp;postID=115368720905785745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31550393/posts/default/115368720905785745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31550393/posts/default/115368720905785745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadsyouth.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-begins.html' title='Life begins.........'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06884696929825223536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.s97030328.oneandoneshop.co.uk/bs_shopdata/img/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
