Hi, I'm Luke Wye, also known as ginge. I was born on December 16th at St Mary's Hospital in Paddington, London. Despite being expected to arrive on the 15th, my entry into this world was a difficult 17-hour labor and accompanied by my striking red hair.
During my arrival at our flat in Paddington, I had the chance to meet my sister Jade for the first time. Regrettably, my initial impression of her was not positive as she took away my beloved giant gorilla toy and forbade me from playing with it. Moreover, she carelessly dropped all her toys on me without much consideration. These early encounters left a lasting dislike for her in my mind.
This incident occurred after another unfavorable experience with Jade when I was about 1-2 years old while living in London. A fire bro
...ke out in the living room during that time, and I watched as my parents used a large metal pole to control the flames unknowing of its true purpose. Intrigued by curiosity, I tried lifting the heavy metal pole but failed due to its weight. In search of an alternative solution, I chose a plastic coat hanger (a rather odd choice) and moved towards the fire.
Through supposedly safe rails (which weren't really safe), I poked at the flames with the coat hanger. As I pulled back the hanger, I noticed a bright red object clinging to its end. Without hesitation, I started waving it around while running across the lounge. Bits of hot plastic flew everywhere and unfortunately, one piece struck Jade on her head as she innocently watched TV on the floorAlthough it burned intensely, she may no
have been immediately aware of it. Eventually, she began to scream and our mother rushed in to extinguish the fire, resulting in black stains on the floor, couch, and poor Jade's head! During my early childhood, my father was physically fit. So whenever I engaged in pretend play as a teacher, he would sit me on the handlebars of his bicycle (although riding a motorbike would have been even more exhilarating!). My recollections of preschool are somewhat unclear; however, I do recall that the walls were painted a shade of blue. Interestingly enough, this might have influenced my fondness for the color blue.
I have always had a poor memory, often only able to recall insignificant details. I distinctly remember staying in a box tent with three compartments. Shortly thereafter, my family moved from London, the capital city, to the small and mundane fishing town of Lowestoft. As a young child, there was nothing interesting for me to do or see there.
Prior to our move, my parents had separated, but I am unsure of the exact details surrounding when or why this happened. After the separation, my dad stayed in London while my sister, Jade, and I would visit him every half term. Our journey involved taking a train with our mom to Ipswich and then transferring to another train headed for London. Once we arrived in London, we would be reunited with our dad and embark on adventures in his amazing campervan equipped with airplane seats.
Upon arriving at his house, I was met with a plethora of junk - magazines, ornaments, games, and papers - indicating his penchant for collecting. Eventually, he unveiled his
Lego room which had been transformed into a makeshift Lego warehouse. The room overflowed with Legos in various shapes, sizes, and colors. We would spend countless days constructing pirate ships and castles while engaging in epic battles. Personally, I derived great enjoyment from the destruction aspect of these play sessions, although it seemed to disappoint my father when his favorite models were mistreated.
In addition to his vast Lego collection, my father possessed an eye-catching orange motorbike with shiny silver metalwork that captivated me entirely. One weekend when his car broke down, I had no alternative but to accompany him on the bike. Given my young age at the time, it felt exhilarating as we seemingly zoomed past all the other cars trapped in London's notorious traffic. Excitedly recounting this thrilling ride to my mother upon returning home to Lowestoft proved futile since unbeknownst to me then she disapproved of me riding the bike.
Afterwards, my mother prohibited me from riding it again, but I disregarded her decision (if anyone happens to know her, please refrain from informing her). Subsequently, we encountered another amusing incident during our visit to Hunstanton.
In the park, there was a bike hire service available for those who didn't want to walk. My mom decided to get each of us a bike. On our way back home, I engaged in a race with my sister and suddenly noticed another bike coming towards us. Feeling panicked, I completely forgot to use the brakes, even though there was a car on my right and a small fence on my left. As a consequence, we collided head-on and were thrown off our bikes.
Fortunately, I landed flat
on my back without sustaining any injuries. The other person involved seemed unharmed as well. However, both of our bikes suffered considerable damage - the front wheel got bent, brake cables snapped, and the chain became loose. Despite these issues, I managed to make it back to our caravan while limping.
When my mom noticed the broken bike, we returned it to the rental place; unfortunately, they refused to refund our deposit due to minor damages that we felt were unfair. Following this incident, life became monotonous with only a few noteworthy moments worth mentioning.
One particularly memorable experience was winning a 3-legged race by 8 seconds in a 50-meter race alongside my best friend Tosh. We held onto that title for two years until it eventually got banned.
Another significant event occurred when our school took a trip to Dover but accidentally used group passports instead of individual ones. Surprisingly enough, this mistake led us all receiving free admission despite originally planning to go skiing (which wasn't allowed with those passports). Although the PE teacher's lack of familiarity with passport regulations caused this mishap, holding him accountable didn't seem entirely fair or justified.
The two trips we took to Florida were just like any regular vacation, involving sleep, meals, and rides at amusement parks.
This is everything I have dedicated my life to, so if there are any inquiries, please feel free to ask.
