Street Rat

Those early days are all a bit of a blur if I'm honest. After it happened I was wandering in the woods for, I don’t know how long. Eventually I hitched a ride into the city on a cart, I thought the city would be safer, maybe someone there could help, ya know. I couldn't have been more wrong. It's a place you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy, especially not a kid. I was force to live on the streets. Fighting for food, fighting to survive sometimes fighting because people just wanted to hurt ya. I was one of the lucky ones, sometimes kids would just go missing, ya know. It was the scariest time of my life.

But then, one day, this big old bastard of a kid turned up. He was always pushin' us street kids around, takin' all our precious scraps. I couldn't take it no more. I dunno what came over me but, with every ounce of me, from the bottom of my boots, I pounced on that kid and let him have it. When I finally opened my eyes, he was on the ground, out cold, and the other kids, well they were cheering. It made me think of my family in that moment… the ones I lost and from that day onwards, I swore I'd never let me size hold me back.