Home is where your heart is. Part one.

Im Victoria Jayne Telling. I am sixteen years old and live in the village of wroughton. Ive lived here for my whole life. I was born on the 27th day of July in 1993. This is my story.



I live with my parents; My mum, Jayne Marie Telling and my dad, Nigel Francis Telling. As I was growing up, I grew up with a little Chihuahua named Gizmo. He used to bite my ankles every now and then, but seeing that he had no teeth, it didnt really bother me. I remember the day he was put down so well. Much of my childhood has been forgotten with time in my memories, but this i remember. I remember dancing around at school at lunch singing christmas songs with an old friend of mine. When I got home, i didnt even notice he was gone. My mum told me that my grandad had taken 'Gizzy' to be put down. She pulled me onto her lap and I cried for a while. Gizmo had to be put down. He was 13 years old back then and he'd had always been ill. My grandad had saved him from being put down when he was younger. Gizmo was brain-damaged because his parents were champion dogs and the owners interbred them too much, atleast thats what I was told. Gizmo was losing teeth and had kidney problems. He was always peeing on the damn stereo !!

Ive also grown up with four cats....which went down to three on my 13th birthday party. First we had Sabrina and Salem. Salem had to be put down when we found out that he had fluid on the heart. That was the day I saw my dad cry for the first time. Sabrina is the eldest now. She's soft and loving, but as soon as there is a plate of meat around, she dive-bomb's it.


Then there is Cuddles. He is an evil cat most of the time, but he likes his cuddles. He's a huge softy when he isnt trying to impress the ladies. LOL! He attacks the other cats but other than that, he just sleeps. Lazy git.


Then there is Angel. Shes the smallest and youngest cat we have. She's like a little kid, always running around after something; mostly a piece of paper scrunched up in a ball. Even cat's have their own little personalities. All of our cats were stray and we took them in to help them. I remember the one kitten we tried to save, but we couldn't. It was far too late. My mum sat for ages rubbing its back with a warm towel to try and help it survive, but in the end we had to let it go. Little moments like these stick in your mind for years.



My house didnt always have an attic room, which is where I am sat writing this. My dad is a builder and can do anything. He converted the attic into my bedroom, he built our garden walls, the little shelter in our garden, even his tool shed. This picture is the front garden. Thats my dad's handy-work *Smiles all smug like* haha.




My attic room is pretty cool. I often stand at the window watching the sunset. I like the smell of the air when its raining at night. It's all because I remember this one time when i was little, I must have been aroun 6 or 7 years old ,maybe, and I was walking to the shop with my dad in the rain at around 7pm. It was dark and I remember seeing a bat fly away from us when we walked up to a tree. It must have been the first time i had seen a bat, because otherwise I wouldnt have made such a deal about it, and now the crisp smell of the air during those times make me smile.


The weather will always be a big part of anyones life. For me, weather seems to have a small effect on my mood. If its raining, it makes me seem to be more likely to be bored or un-interested. The sun makes me smile, but if its accompanied with too much heat, I guess I might be more easily agitated. Its rather strange.



Rain, Rain, Go away.... Come again another day...



Is this a poppy? I cant remember. This picture was taken in late summer of 2009. I thought this was a rather good picture at the time. I used my old camera....Its a Jazz ... Which reminds me of Jasper.... *Daydreams*



For the past two years, Its snowed rather a loot in the early months of the year. This picture is from February 2009. The snow was melting from the roof of the fish and chip shop down the road from me and the icicles in this picture were the result. I find them beautiful.

Life is a gift. This is part of my gift. I share my gifts with others, so this seems only right.