I Have Cerebral Palsy
When I was fifteen I was going out with a girl called Angela she wasn't my first girlfriend, but I think she was the first girl I ever really loved.
We went steady for ten months, and we saw each other almost every night.
I remember that my parent's didn't really approve of her, my stepmother because she seemed to think that I was not to be trusted alone with any girl, my father because Angela's family lived a couple of streets away in a terraced council house, and we lived in a large detached for bedroomed house with a crippling mortgage. My father I new, disapproved of working class people of moderate means.
In the February of 1966 by which time I was sixteen, Angela's family Emigrated to Australia under a scheme sponsored by the Australian Government. It Only cost £10:00 per person for sea passage to Australia. Angela of course had to go with her family.
I remember the day they left so well.
I had been working for a year, since I left school at fifteen, and had not missed a single day at work. On the day that they were due to leave I took my first day off of work. Angela and I spent that day together, Apart from promising to write to each other every day I don't remember us speaking very much that day.
At around five o'clock we all set off for Camberley train station where they were due to catch a train to Portsmouth where the ship that was to take them to Australia was docked. At the station me and Ange just hugged and kissed as we waited for the train to arrive. We were very calm but just a little bit sad and tearful.
It wasn't until the train pulled into the station, that the full impact of what was happening really hit us. We kissed a passionate goodbye, but we were unable to let each other go, Angela who had until then been just a little tearful now began to cry uncontrollably. Her parent's called her to get on the train but she would not let go of me, nor I of her, we held each other as tightly as we could, by this time I had also begun to cry, Despite the shouts of her parents Ange refused to let go of me and move, she screamed at her parents that she wasn't going they in turn yelled back that she had to go, but no way were we going to let go of each other.
Eventually and inevitably her father, mother, and older brother came over to us and begun to prize us apart, Angela screamed and kicked and punched in an effort to ward them of, but to no avail. Eventually they separated us, and dragged her kicking and screaming to the train carriage.
I stood and watched, helpless as they bundled her onto the train, tears rolling down my cheeks my heart breaking within.
As the train pulled out of the station I stood there sobbing, overwhelmed by total emptiness feeling sick inside. I could not believe that the world could be such a cruel place for two young people so devoted and in love for the first time.
We went steady for ten months, and we saw each other almost every night.
I remember that my parent's didn't really approve of her, my stepmother because she seemed to think that I was not to be trusted alone with any girl, my father because Angela's family lived a couple of streets away in a terraced council house, and we lived in a large detached for bedroomed house with a crippling mortgage. My father I new, disapproved of working class people of moderate means.
In the February of 1966 by which time I was sixteen, Angela's family Emigrated to Australia under a scheme sponsored by the Australian Government. It Only cost £10:00 per person for sea passage to Australia. Angela of course had to go with her family.
I remember the day they left so well.
I had been working for a year, since I left school at fifteen, and had not missed a single day at work. On the day that they were due to leave I took my first day off of work. Angela and I spent that day together, Apart from promising to write to each other every day I don't remember us speaking very much that day.
At around five o'clock we all set off for Camberley train station where they were due to catch a train to Portsmouth where the ship that was to take them to Australia was docked. At the station me and Ange just hugged and kissed as we waited for the train to arrive. We were very calm but just a little bit sad and tearful.
It wasn't until the train pulled into the station, that the full impact of what was happening really hit us. We kissed a passionate goodbye, but we were unable to let each other go, Angela who had until then been just a little tearful now began to cry uncontrollably. Her parent's called her to get on the train but she would not let go of me, nor I of her, we held each other as tightly as we could, by this time I had also begun to cry, Despite the shouts of her parents Ange refused to let go of me and move, she screamed at her parents that she wasn't going they in turn yelled back that she had to go, but no way were we going to let go of each other.
Eventually and inevitably her father, mother, and older brother came over to us and begun to prize us apart, Angela screamed and kicked and punched in an effort to ward them of, but to no avail. Eventually they separated us, and dragged her kicking and screaming to the train carriage.
I stood and watched, helpless as they bundled her onto the train, tears rolling down my cheeks my heart breaking within.
As the train pulled out of the station I stood there sobbing, overwhelmed by total emptiness feeling sick inside. I could not believe that the world could be such a cruel place for two young people so devoted and in love for the first time.
By:
AlmostAristotle
Age:
61-65
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Male
19
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