Autobiography – Maxwell Joseph Delaney
I was born on the 28th of July 1986 in Greenwich hospital and I was given the Maxwell Joseph Delaney. I lived in New Cross for a quarter of a year in a cosy little flat in Florence Terrace where I lived with my Mum, Dad and my brother Nick.
I then moved to Gosforth in Newcastle where I attended South Gosforth First School. In the nursery, my teacher was called Ms Handyside. There was a sandpit, paddling pool, toy den and a library, I used the toy den the most because it had toy motorbikes, I used to run riot with them.
I had my 6th birthday in my back garden. It was excellent! There were some people dressed up as cartoon characters. There was Bart Simpson, The Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles and Barney the dog. My dog Cher chased Barney around the garden.
I lived in Newcastle until I was 8 then I moved back down to London where I lived in Blackheath, I started in year 3 at John Ball Primary School. My teacher was called Ms Carter, the first person I met was a boy called Patrick. On the first day a boy called Michael Leal got rather emotional over a few Maths questions he got wrong, it was hilarious! Every time the teacher said it was okay he got worse!
In year 4 my teacher was Mr Russell, I broke my arm that year. I was coming home from football with my brother on the bikes and I skidded into his bike and I went straight over the bars. I waited in Greenwich Hospital for 2 hours before I could even be X-rayed. I was in plaster for 6 weeks, 6 glorious weeks full of no work and just laying board games in school! When I went to the hospital to have it removed they showed me what they were going to do it with I screamed! It was a big saw! I was scared at first but when they started cutting it tickled and I was laughing. On the other hand my mum wasn’t, there was a lady in the bed next to me who was having nails from her leg removed and my Mum felt very faint.
In year 5 and 6 I was in the school football team, we won the league both years and paid two visits for tournaments at Millwall. My nickname was “The Wall” because of my defensive capabilities.
When I was 9 my Nan died. I was living in London and we were coming back from a visit up to Newcastle and that’s when my Mum decided to tell me. My first emotion was sadness and I cried through the whole journey but after a few weeks I realised it was for the best as my Nan was in extreme pain as she was suffering from leukaemia. We had visited her every day in hospital. It was sad for me because I knew that she was very close to dying. There was one funny thing about it; my Brother and I would sit in the chair by the patient next to my Nan. We would touch her flowers and she would start waving her hands frantically at us.
My Brother and I were not allowed to go to my Nans’ funeral because my Mum and Dad wanted us to remember all the good times and not her lying in a coffin.
It was the my first day at Crown Woods, I can remember waking and feeling “Oh, my God! I’ve got to go back.” After a long play during the summer that is genuinely how I felt. I just didn’t want to go back because I knew it would be a lot harder. I was rushing about all morning trying to get everything perfect because I didn’t want to slip up on my first day. I gave my Mum a kiss, she wished me luck and sent me off. I walked half way down the road and I got the feeling I was forgetting something. I dug my hands deep into my pockets and found there was nothing in them. I rushed off home and asked for some dinner money and keys!
I’d just got off the bus and saw the school for only the third time and it looked like a prison but I wasn’t intimidated at all.
It was a day when it was only year sevens in school and I was one of the biggest so I loved it nobody tried anything.
As I walked into the tutor room I didn’t know anybody so I just sat anywhere, I made friends quickly with Ricky, Nick and Dan.
My first lesson was English and I didn’t enjoy it at all. We had to write about ourselves, it was a lot harder than Primary school English lessons.
At break I played football with the boys from my tutor group. I didn’t score any but I managed to make a huge impression with my football skills. I took Jorel and Ryan out of the game by dirtying them up good.
The rest of the day was really boring.
This year I had just moved into my new house. We weren’t allowed pets as we were renting.
We had received a call the previous evening to say that the landlord Ahmed was coming over to fix the plugs, as a few of them were a bit dodgy.
My Mum had recently bought my little sister Lauren a hamster called Hercules. Lauren would put Hercules in a pink jewellery box and call him Duchess.
It was Saturday morning at around 10:00 am, everyone was up except Nick, the landlord was due at 10:30 am. My Mum had remembered the Hamster upstairs and proceeded to mutter to herself “Where am I going to hide the hamster.” I offered her a cup of tea to calm her and we then began to think of places to hide the hamster. First of all there was the cupboard under the stairs, but the landlord might hear him, then, my Mums’ wardrobe, but there was the sound thing again.
We were as dry as the desert for ideas, suddenly I came up with the shed. Perfect! Ahmed would never go out there. My Mum asked me to take the hamster out there while she hovered up. I unlocked the patio doors ran out into the garden, ducked the clothesline and put the hamster in the shed. I then ran back, ducked the clothesline and SMACK! When I got up I could see my sister in hysterics. I had run straight into the patio doors and knocked myself out. The Landlord never did find the hamster.
