The age of five is my first memory back when I lived in Limerick, I'm running around Ursla's back garden with my brother Michael, Ursala is my mother's friend and Michael's godmother, I come out from behind the shed to see Ursla's son Damion coming out of the patio door he walks up to us as my brother has now joined me, Damion said he has a different game to play. Damion starts to undo his trousers and tells me to do the same and I did why I don't know but I did and then he told me to press both our penis's together and after it happened, I freaked ran inside the house to tell my father, he was in the kitchen with my mother and Ursla. My father starts to lose his head and wants to kill him, but Ursla begged him not to and my mother helped convince him not to, they asked him to report him too the Garda and he agreed to. I remember I was taken to Portlaoise prison where one of the officers showed me where the intended to lock him away or, so I was told because it never happened. Shortly after that Ursla moved to England with her son and two daughters, shortly after that my mother followed. It wasn't long before my mother was hospitalised due to her mental health and that's when my father brought me, my sister and brother Michael.
My uncle fisher and aunt Liz to visit and I was on my uncle shoulders as he was running down the hill but he most of lost his footing because he flew forward, with that I fly off his shoulders and bounce of the ground but didn't sustain any injuries, this was a series of incidents to follow. The next injury was my brother injury well if you can call it that, I was lifting Michael up so he could look out the window at the buses but he had a different idea and from the second floor window at the age of five he decided to try and jump on the bus, he lands on the concrete ground floor and was rushed to hospital not a scratch on him, no broken bones not even a bruise. The next was while me and Michael were playing football in the front garden he had kicked the ball and it went past me, I turn to get the ball and tried to kick it at the wall to bounce back but I missed, I slipped forward and headbutted the wall and felt incredible pain, I cover my eye as I run towards the front door when my older sister comes out she asks me to remove my hand and that's when blood starting spilling everywhere, I stop crying after seeing the blood and my sister starts to scream for my mother who is now at the top of the stairs running down as she asks what's happening.
It wasn't long before my seventh birthday when we returned to Ireland.