Hi. My name Harley Hurd, I was born on the 29 may 2004 and through deep regret I will be presenting my life story to you.

It all started on that one fateful night, but to be honest I cant remember many memories up until i was 5 so I’m only going to briefly go over that. I was born in a house in the city of London, this probably explains my love for the city culture and the idea that I could not survive living in the country side. I was born at home, my mom says it was comforting not being surrounded by other patients. My family moved houses a lot until I was about five, I never knew the reason and I don’t find the need to ask.

I absoluty love the city, the culture and crowded streets in between  tall buildings and loud music. I find the architecture fascinating and I will say it again, I could never leave the centre of the country! Due to the house moving I had to go to different schools, however to great relief I found a permanent school when I was 5. At St Mary’s COE primary school I bonded with friends and had a lot of fun time with my group of friends. I always prided myself in my intelligence at primary and I was very competitive. Like a lot of people, reception was my favourite class as the work we was given was very scarce. I was in inducted into the school a little late so I was given a ‘welcome buddie’ from the class to look after me, later this pupil became one of my best friends.

Then the year after it was time to go into year 1. To be honest I thought I would be overwhelmed by the work, but it seemed to be quite fun. There was a boy in my class that was thrown of a chiar by our surprisingly aggressive infant teacher, a way to teach kids! That teacher was sacked. We then got a new teacher, Mr M. His name was Mark Malby so I think Mr M was suitable. I remember one day he gave us colouring papers and we had to colour ‘General Grevious’! He was ‘obviously’ remembered as a legend.

We skip a few years and we end up at Year 6. Despite the fact that I had to study for the dreaded SATs, this is  when I found my true passion… Video Games! Although year 6 meant SATs, it also meant Kingswood! This was the trip our class went on for a week, we spent the entire day travelling. We even stopped in the middle of nowhere just to eat lunch. We finally reached our location after 7 hours of coach and our class was given our own house! What happened was, there were 5 dorms and I stayed in one with 3 of my friends. We spent the next 3 hours, before going sleep, sorting out our suitcases and playing blackjack, I won most of the games, however I’m not sure if that’s a good thing for a 12 year old. We woke up the next day at 7 o’clock and we started the day with team exercises. There were 2 teams and we went head to head trying to see who could get their team on top of a wall fastest. We worked together getting one person on the wall and then followed up with the person on top pulling the next person on top and so on. Our next activity was abseiling and I will say, it was one of the best experiences of my life! We then zip wired and finished the day with quad-biking. We then spent the rest of the week doing other activities and it was amazing.

Then it was time… We had to all depart to go to our secondary schools. I was the only of my school to go to my school, London Nautical School. I found it is a journey and I think I’m finally finding the path. I’ve made a lot of knew friends and met a lot of new people. The school is in central London so this drives my ambition of staying in the city.

Well… The brings me here, on my computer writing this up. I’m going to continue to follow the path I’m on and see where it leads me. That’s enough from me then. Good bye… For now.