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Trust me it's not bad. Most of it's fine. Theres just some things that need sorted and some words I don't have a clue how to spell. Here it isI'm British by the way so it would help if a British person helped me. Thanks in advance My AutobiographyIntroductionIn my life I have had ups and I have had downs, but the one important thing to remember is that it doesn’t matter if you don’t succeed at first attempt because you can always try again until you get it right.I was born on the 4th of August, 1991. I was born around 10a.m in Paisley hospital which is located in the central belt of Scotland. My parents decided to grace me with the name Suzanne Amanda Shepherd. My mum chose both my first and middle name. She chose the name Suzanne because she really liked the hymn “sing hosanna” and she chose the name Amanda because it meant the gift of love. I was born with a major kidney problem which was a million to one chance I could have got. I was only given four weeks to live.I went to Yorkhill hospital which was a special children’s hospital for sick children, which had a really good renal ward. When we, my parents got there, they found to their great surprise and relief that there was a six month old baby girl with the same condition I had. With that bit of information my parents had a little bit more hope, so to cut a long story short I got a kidney transplant at the age of four in March 1995. Unfortunately my body rejected the kidney and I got put back on the waiting list. Luckily I only had to wait four more months for a new kidney. So on the 13th (just goes to show that the number 13 isn’t always unlucky) of July, 1995 I got my new kidney. I don’t remember anything of it and I am very grateful for that.I will always be thankful to the family of the donor for giving me a second chance.MemoriesI can remember a lot of things from my childhood but half the time I think these are just small fragments in my imagination playing out what I have been told as I have got older .I have so many important early memories that it would be hard to pick the first one, but one I feel is my first memory is, I remember playing with my little sister Rachel beside the tumble dryer when I was about three and she was about one. It was night time and we were in our pyjamas. We were by ourselves and we thought at the time that it would be great fun if we played in the tumble dryer. I remember that my little sister went in first, and then I went in afterwards. After awhile I wanted out, my sister being so small didn’t know how to open it and I began to panic. I’m not sure what happened next, but my mum came rushing down to the door of the tumble dryer and pulled it open. I’m not sure if that memory is important but for some strange reason it has stuck with me till this very day. I think this is why I have chosen it as “Important”.I remember being at a train station with my mum, dad, and my three sisters Yvonne, Elaine and Rachel, and also my big brother Alan. I wasn’t quite sure why I was there, but I remember the train ride, when I and my sister played with my Polly Pocket house in the train. The next memory is me being at my aunt and uncle’s house in London, (At the time I did not care much for where the location was), I remember that the room I was in was very bright and sunny. I also remember that when I was leaving, my brothers and sisters stayed behind and I wondered why we were leaving them. My next memory is me getting Lego out of a shop. To be honest it’s all a bit hazy, but I remember meeting Rachel at a bench sometime later, (That’s what I thought it was at the time). It was actually not only a bench but a bench in Westminster Abbey. I had no clue why I was there and would be a complete lair to say that any of these memories would make sense if I wasn’t told what they were by my family. I probably wouldn’t even count them as important. All at the same time I think that half of these memories’ have been drawn into my head as important, as well as the fact that they make sense.I know why I was at Westminster Abbey now. I was there because my mum had entered me into a competition for Woman’s Own children of courage, ( I have no clue why but the crazy people on the panel who were judging the brave children picked me as brave even though I wasn’t) . I truly believe that the brave people were the family of the donor who give me my kidney.Friends Friends, who needs them? Oh wait…I doI remember the first time me and Sara met. It only seemed like yesterday when we sat down at nursery school together. I remember that she was very nervous about meeting me. I said hello and asked if she wanted to play with me. I was messing about with some dominoes at the time. She seemed more nervous than me. Maybe it was because I was only five and didn’t really feel peer pressure yet or maybe the fact that she was the new one and not me? After a short while we began chatting to one and other about the things that little girls talk about, things like Barbie and all our other favourite toys. We got on really well and played together all time. At the end of primary one she moved away and I was sad that I had lost a good friendMy first day at schoolAs the car grew nearer to the school I grew more tense and nervous, I remember the building being so big and scary looking. I can’t remember much more and it’s all a bit hazy but the next thing I do remember was meeting my teacher. My teacher had long black curly hair, brown eyes and a friendly smile. She introduced herself to me as Mrs. Foster.Mrs. Foster escorted me a seat next to a girl, who I had never met before. Her name was Rona and we were both shy to meet each other. We didn’t talk that often. I remember that Sara was sitting across from me and that made me feel slightly better. We were learning the letter “C” that day and to be honest the rest of my first day is hazyRest of Primary one I can’t remember a lot of primary one but there are some things I do remember, like for example the books they use to make you read and funnily all the charters that you could name to any random person who asked you, because you remember them so well. Of course this is only an example and I’m not going to tell you the names of the characters that were in the book.I remember being a shepherd in my nativity play even though I was going to be an angel but for some strange reason got turned into a shepherd. I liked being a shepherd though, so I didn’t really care that I’d got turned into one. I remember that we had to walk to get our school dinner or if we needed to use the restroom, because the building for our school wasn’t that big and only had three class rooms, and one staff room until they started building an extension in the middle of the year. I remember that, because we had to play at the front of the school because they were building at the back of the school.The only other things I remember about primary one is my first sports day because I had cheated in the egg and spoon race by holding the egg up against my chain. I wasn’t really aware at the time that I was cheating but I was never less cheating. I also remember that at the start of the year we had nine people in my year and that by the end of the year we only had five. This was because they had all moved away, including my friend Sara who I was sad to see goPrimary twoAfter Sara left I started hanging around with a girl called Hazel. Hazel was a year older than me and we got on really well. I also remember getting a new teacher half way into the year because Mrs. Foster had left to look after her baby. The new teacher's name was Mr. Burns. Mr. Burns was an okay teacher but I preferred Mrs. Foster. I can remember we only had him for half a year. I remember that I missed my field trip because we went on holiday a week before school ended but I was to young and naive to realize that the holiday I went on would be well worth missing a field trip for.A trip of a life timeI was only seven at the time and I was excited to be going to Disney World. I remember that my parents had hyped me and my sister up about it for ages. When we got to the airport I was very excited but I remember having to wait forever, well that’s what it felt like at the time. When it was time to go on the plane I was excited even more and was probably annoying to hear but then maybe again I wouldn’t have been the only one excited, since my older brothers and sisters were too.I slept most of the plane ride and when I woke up we were almost there.I remember the heat the most as I came off the plane and walked down the terminal. It’s the most amazing feeling; you wouldn’t get what I meant unless you have been in the same situation. Then when you thought you had hit the jack pot, you don’t really grasp the heat until you get outside for real. The air is different and the heat is way hotter than what you are used to. It’s hard to explain but if you have been in the same situation you will get what I mean. Trust me, it’s the best feeling in the world, well maybe apart from a few other things, but you know what I mean?When we got to our villa I was even more amazed because to me the villa was huge, with a nice inside balcony and it had a pool too! That was the best part for me and I remember rushing up the stairs to get my swimming suit with my sister. We were both so excited that I remember my mum shouting up to us to slow down. It just seemed like one huge big adventure to me. That adventure was going to get a whole lot bigger.On the first real day of the holiday we went to Disney World but we got lost on the way there. When we did get there the first thing you saw was the magical kingdom sign with Mickey and Minnie statue next to the sign. I felt excited to see the Mickey Mouse statue. I think everyone was. Then after you had parked you would get a tram ride to the ferry boat that took you to the main park. The ferry was amazing because you could clearly see the castle and the back ground music just made the magic happen, which was if you wish upon a star. When we got into the park I remember the place was packed with people. There were loads of characters to see too and when I was seven I thought that all these characters were the real McCoy. I remember getting a lot of their autographs and getting hugs off them. It’s still one of the best days in my life.I remember the parades during the day and night at Disney world being out of this world.The parades during the day were cool because the prince and princess out of Cinderella would ask you to join them in the parade. I remember that being so cool when I was seven. I also remember that I had a fear of Captain Hook at that time.My family love to tell me about how I ran off when Captain Hook came on in the parade. It made me cringe for a long time but now when they remind me I just shrug and say ‘I was young’ . I remember the night parades being even more amazing and busier than the day ones. I remember all the lights carved into Mickey and all the other characters being spectacular and they were. Even the lights on their own were great. After the parade the castle would light up and then when you think it’s all over, the fire works go off and the castle lights up, with the Disney music playing in the background and you’re left with a really good feeling, a deep feeling in the pit of your stomach.When we got to Universal I was excited but northing compared to what I was when I went to Disney. I remember the globe ball that said Universal on it being big. Once we had entered the park the first ride we went on was the Flintstones and Jettisons ride where the seat would move. I went on Jaws as well. My sister (Yvonne)and I were held against our will and forced to go on it again. I also went on E.T, Men in Black and the Back to the future ride. E.T when I was younger was the best ride that I had gone on.Even though I have been to Florida a total of six times now the first time to me is the best ever for a load of reasons. One, I was only seven and everything was magical about it, like thinking that all the characters were real. Two, I thought that all the lights were cool. Number three, people are nice to you when you’re only seven and the most important reason is, because it was my first time there.Primary fourPrimary four was different and harder from all the previous years. To me it was my worst year in primary school. Why I hear you ask? Well for a few good and plain stupid reasons, and let’s just get it straight here it wasn’t a bad year, but my worst primary school one because I got rejected from the school choir at nine. What made it worst was that there were only sixty people in my whole school at the time. I mean the only good thing about It was that it taught me how to handle rejection well in the future. The other bad thing about that year was that I was always fighting with my teacher, Mrs. McKay over stupid things like drinking water. I’ll be honest here. When I look back I was probably the one in the wrong but I wouldn’t go as far to say that she was always right. Looking back on it now Primary four was fun just not as fun as the others.Primary sixI was glad to be going into primary six. It made me feel important that I was in the second top class. I got a new teacher for that year. Her name was Mrs. Houston. She was very laid back compared to my previous teacher Mrs. McKay. I remember that year as being one of my best years at primary school because all the topics we did that year were fun. We did the sixty’s that year.Primary sevenAfter primary six the teachers were moved around and because of this move I got stuck with Mrs. McKay again. I remember that we had to look after the primary ones who had just came to the school that year. Mrs. McKay assigned most of the class to two primary ones but I was only assigned to one primary one to look after. I remember that I got assigned to a little girl with brown hair whose name I forget now. Anyway the little girl didn’t really like me and preferred the Primary fours to me. As primary sevens we kept getting reminded that we would soon be going to high school. I myself at the beginning of primary seven knew that I would not be attending the school that the rest of my class mates were going to attend. I was going to go to St Michaels Academy where all my older brothers and sisters had attended. It had been planed for a long time that I would be going there but saying this my mum and dad never once forced it upon me that I must go and told me that I could attend Garnock if I wished so. I went on a couple of trips to Garnock Academy with the rest of my class. I found the school okay but my sister Yvonne who had attended Garnock academy for a year told me not to go and that it would be a bad idea in the long term. I eventually decided that I would go with tradition and follow my brothers and sisters into St Michael’s.First time at St Michaels Because I had chosen St Michaels I had to go to the two day introduction into high school by myself. I remember the night before I was very nervous as well as excited with anticipation, and kept asking annoying question, like how does the dinner card work. They would tell me how it worked, but I would be back two seconds later asking again just to make sure I had got it right. I looked forward to my first day of St Michaels. I mean of course I had been to St Michaels before, because of my brother's and sister's concerts and things, but this was the first time that I would be going as a pupil, well maybe not a pupil, but a 'temp' pupil, I guess.I remember it being a bright, sunny and quite a warm day. The weather however did not help my nervous, I remember getting in the car with my dad and setting off for St Michael's getting more nervous the closer we got to the school. So when I had got there I was shaking and I remember loads of people in different coloured uniforms. That made me feel more nervous since most people had someone from their school with them and I kind of felt alone. We were told to enter the assembly hall and take a seat by our school. I was quite unsure where to sit but a nice lady who was the first and second year’s pupil support teacher at the time told me to sit next to all the other pupils without a school group with them. After we were all seated and settled we were told that our first year support teacher was going to be Mr. Johnston and that the lady teacher who had shown me to my seat was going to retire. After that we had to say the Father’s prayer which made me feel tenser since I hadn’t a clue how it went and looked like an idiot trying to copy what everyone else was doing. I remember Mr. Johnston looking as confused as I was and that give me comfort to know I wasn’t the only one confused. After that we were told to go to our registration class so that we could get a grasp of what registration was like but unfortunately for me I went the wrong way and went to the wrong class. I felt so embarrassed, but I wasn’t the only person to get lost that day. I remember our first lesson being English. When I heard that I was getting Mr. Jenkins I was thrilled because I had heard so much about him from my brother and sisters as being a nice teacher and telling bad jokes which to me seemed like a laugh. The first thing he asked us is if any of us were bad at spelling. A few people in the class put their hand up, including me. Then he asked us if any of us read. I think a dozen of us put our hand in the air. After that he told us that it didn’t have to be a book, that it could be a magazine or newspaper. The whole class had their hand in the air now and then he changed the subject back to reading books by telling us about this book cetirfectit thing. He told us that there were three stages bronze, silver and gold. To get any of these awards you had to read a certain amount of books. For example you had to read four books to get the bronze award but if you wanted to reach silver you would have to read another six or something like that. Then the subject turned into David Beckham's Autobiography which then turned into football. The next subject that day was R.E, were all we did was introduce each other to one and other. My R.E teacher was called Mrs. Peline. She was a friendly woman and she told us that she would be getting some of us for science. A boy in the class told her that he had been told that it was better to get her in R.E than it was to get her in science. She admitted yes and that the reason for that was is because in science she had to be on track were as in R.E she never had to. I found it odd that an R.E teacher could be a science teacher but hey odder things have happened.The rest of the day and the second day was basically the same, the teachers just telling and preparing us for what was to come in high school.Last day of primary schoolIt was a tradition at our school to bring a school polo shirt to school for everyone in the school to sign, even all the teachers and the people you didn’t like would sign. It was weird to bring my polo shirt in that day because I could remember signing all of the previous primary sevens shirts from all the other years. I remember putting my name across the collar and asking all the people in primary seven to sign my shirt in the one place. I remember what my teacher, Mrs. McKay wrote the most on my shirt for some strange reason. She wrote “keep smiling”. It makes me laugh when I think about it, like I would stop smiling. I mean high school is the happiest place on earth, isn’t it? I remember that we all got the big daily chocolate bars form one of the helper teachers; she did it to every primary seven class leaving to go to high school so that was a tradition too. School was fun that day and it was a good way to end it.I was invited to a party for all those who were leaving primary school and a couple of other people, because a party wouldn’t be a party with only five people. I remember that the first thing we did was play rounders. Then after that we had lunch. Once that was over we played pentacles. They let me win, not that I would have cared if I had lost which I would have done if they had not let me take the goal further to the goal post than the rest of them. After that we had a water fight or to put it rightly hit Gavin’s dad with as much water as you can. After that the party came to a close with an other game of roundersSt Michaels- first and second yearSt Michaels first and second year is a bit hard to explain and to be honest its not something I talk about often. In fact school is something I don't talk about. I remember the first week was really good, I had made friends with a girl called Jenifer and a boy called Ian. All my teachers were nice and I enjoyed not being stuck in one class all the time. The only thing wrong with it was that I hardly went due to circumstances, that I don't feel like talking about. Looking back on it it all seems like a stupid dream that I was watching from above. Mind you I will be honest, that I had a lot fun and always take a lot of funny memories with me from ST Mick's as I would have called it.MovingI remember being upset at the Idea of moving. It just seemed stupid to me and I thought about how our house held so many memories. I was scared to leave them and start, fresh. I thought that if we left the house then I would somehow leave a part of me behind. Stupid, I know but that's the way I felt. I would make up every excuse in the book as to why we shouldn't leave but northing worked. The more excuses I made the stupider they got. I even offered to get a job and use the wages that I earned to help pay the bills. My mum laughed when I said that and said if only they were all like you. Unfortunately I had to face the fact that no matter what I or anyone else for that matter said it wouldn't change my mum and dad's minds.It took forever for us to move. It seemed like it was the house that only we loved and whilst I was glad that I had got what I had wished for. I also got annoyed at the fact that no one wanted it. I didn't understand why no one wanted the house that I was so glad I had grown up in and would do anything in the world to keep living in but of course I was too stupid and naive to see that our house had faults that were costly. Eventually my mum and dad just got fed up and moved whilst still trying to sell the house that we had left behind. When I read this back I think I became obsessed with the house.New lifeWhen we first moved to our new house, which was on a farm, I was still upset and still really stubborn over the whole thing. I still thought my mother and father were insane to leave "all of that" as I would have put it behind but now I realize that they had everybody's best interest in heart.Since our house was on farmland there was plenty of space to walk about. I found this to be the best part of the move. If I got angry, bored or any other emotion that could be solved by a walk then I could just go for a walk without fear of getting hit by a car or a bus. The only thing I would have to worry about getting hit by, was a cow!!It took me a while for the realization of the whole situation to sink in and after a few months of living in my new home I began to think to myself 'hey, this isn't so bad'. It was beginning to feel like home. I had fought with all my brothers and sisters. I had made new memories!! I also felt a lot happier than I had in a long time.Castle Douglas HighI didn't really know what to think the first time I saw castle Douglas high. My first thought was that I thought it looked odd for an high school. Then the colour scheme of the building came into mind as brighter and more colourful than my other school was. I felt calmer than I had with my first day of primary and high school. It might have been due to the fact that my sister, who is a year lower than me was with me, but at the same time I felt out of space that day. We got a quick tour by our pupil support teacher ,whose name was Mr. Leonard. Then we were taken to our first class. Because my class was the nearest to where Mr. Lenard had ended the tour I was taken to my class first, which was English again! Don't get me wrong,I like English, it's just funny how every school I've ever been to, my first lesson is English. It was tricky getting around the place at first and a lot of the time I got lost on the way to my classes but after learning my way around the school with out help it became a lot easier.NowWell now I'm writing this autobiography and I'm hoping its good enough because if it isn't then it can limit what I do in my future. I find myself worried over my exams and my future. I'm thinking, "will there ever be a time when I'm not worried?"My hope's and dream'sI have a lot of hopes and dreams, just like everyone else I guess. One of my many hopes is that I pass my exams, so that there will be more options opened when I leave high school. The only thing is I don't have a plan and everyone keeps telling me that I need to have a plan, and that I won't be in high school forever but I don't want to have a plan in case it all falls apart. The thing is though, I know what I like and what I like is what I want to stick with. I mean what would be the point of me in the future being stuck doing something that I detested? ConclusionLooking back on all of this I think, "wow kid you got it so lucky"