My parents had abandoned me, i was at a boarding school. Winter was approaching and our school uniform was shorts and a blazer. Now i'm not being funny, but for maybe a month in the summer one would contemplate wearing shorts. No one and i mean NO ONE would think this a good idea in October through to March, excepting of course the sadist that ran our school. Bastard. The first term went quickly, i made friends played alot of football and chess (unlike father most people took losing with magnanimity) and generally settled in.
Half term was approaching, we had a week off and my parents had decided to take us to Florida with our friends the Aubers. Mum sent me a specific list of things to pack :toothbrush, socks, pants and a couple of other things. I packed them and met them at the airport. Mum seemed surprised with my small bag, i told her i'd packed what she said. Apparently, i was supposed to be psychic and realise this was a small reminder list and not an exhaustive list. I blamed mum, she blamed me. Either way i got to go shopping in Florida for a new set of clothes.
Tom on the plane was telling me the aforementioned trials of life at an American school. The length of flight leant itself to thorough planning. It was clearly time to leave this planet for pastures new. There was only one option: the Space Shuttle. Yep, The moon here we come. We enrolled, Tom was too short and left on the runway, i couldn't leave without him, so we had to abandon lift off and settle for Space Mountain ( a truly terrifying roller-coaster at Disney World). Unfortunately, our parents seemed aware of where the ride ended - there was to be no escape.
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