Here are some of my memories that I remember clearly. Some are from a very long time ago and others are very unhappy. I have three, some parts are bad memories and others 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. warm sunny day and I was in the garden playing football with my friend Joe. My mother and Joe's mother were both at home having dinner together because they hadn't seen each other in a while. Joe and I were both watching who could do the most kicks. When it was my turn, I threw the ball too far and it landed in the next yard. I went to see if I could see him. As I was walking I could see something in the bush, I then realized it was a figurine. So I ran to get it, but before I got there, Joe had already beaten me to it. I tried to pull it out but it held on, like a dog with a bone. We fought and argued for about 2 or 3 minutes. Then all of a sudden he let go and I flew through the air. I then ended up landing on the concrete outside the back door and hitting my head on the floor. The pain shot to my head and I started to feel dizzy. It felt like someone had put my head in a vice and was slowly squeezing it. There was no blood but I had a huge bruise on the back of my head. 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 memory of mine is from when I was about 10 years old. My father had a friend who repaired an old motorcycle with scrap parts. At the time, all I wanted was a motorcycle, and I begged my Dan to buy his friend one. My dad asked his friend if he would sell the bike once he got it running..