Autobiography of Peter Rackley

I came into the world on the 15th of October nineteen-eighty nine at Queen Mary’s hospital at 9-17 in the evening. I weighed 5lb’s and 8 1/2 oz.
My name is Peter Rackley and I got my name because of Greek meaning “Rock” and if you didn’t already know I’m half Greek, my Mum is from Cyprus.
In my immediately family I obviously have my Mum and Dad and my older brother, who just turned eighteen and my twin sister Natasha, who is four minutes older than me so I’m the youngest in the family.

Before I started playschool I used to live in Plumsted, which I can’t remember at all and because of me being a twin we moved so we had a four bedroom house in Bexleyheath.
Just after we moved I started at Pelham playschool. It was great, all day I would play with train sets and at break play on the tricycles around the playground. Those days were great, how did I know that in a few years time I would actually be working.
Then I started St Thomas more primary school, I even remember a bit of the first day which was my Mum saying “Goodbye” and me getting into a strop about not leaving me but once I got inside I was fine.
One of my first memories was shortly after playschool, it was in reception, when I got my first telling off, it’s still a bit vague, and all I can remember is writing water on a bit of paper wrong and the teacher started telling me off and the reason is that water was spelt in huge bubble writing on the wall.
I used to go through primary school in a dream I wouldn’t take anything in so I was dumb. It was only in year five when I started working, that’s when we were put into sets, I was bottom for everything so my Mum got me a tutor and she was great, her name was Mrs Driscal and than with the help of her I moved forward into the top groups just into for the SATS which I got all fives in so that was good and I owe a lot of that to Mrs Driscal.
My clearest and best memory of Primary school is the year six football team, we were great I think we only lost one game and we won the double (cup and league). We even played the final at my playschool. Since I’m on the subject of football I joined Kingfisher when I was five or six, I can’t remember, and have played there for most of my life but it didn’t work out, here’s what happened I broke my first metatarsal on my right foot playing in a school game and I was out for the season.
Then when I came back kingfisher changed to Bromley F.C in the Kent league which is one higher than the one I was playing in(A), it is the highest standard I can be at my age, except for playing for a professional side. But this didn’t work for me because it was too quick I couldn’t play at that standard yet, I needed to take my time with getting fit again and so I moved to long lane who will be moving to the Kent next year.
Before I started boring you with my football history I was talking about completing my SATS and the next step was for me to leave my primary school.
Everyone has a leaving party where everyone can Say goodbye but I was already taking in the sun in Spain. Even though I would prefer to be in Spain it was still a night I wanted to go to.
Then because my brother went to St Columba’s I went too. It was pretty nervous starting a new school but as soon as we started a lesson I liked it. We started with something I was good at, P.E and it was high jump with my most favourite P.E teacher, Mr Coker, shame he left.
Secondary school has been good with the exceptions of starting coursework in year nine and studying Shakespeare. He may have been a great man but studying him and some of his plays where boring. And that’s my life so far.
My future will hopefully go something like this; do extremely well in G.C.S.E’s and in 6th form I shall study for A levels especially P.E and get them then I don’t know exactly what I want to do but I might go sports collage and get a degree in sports/science and get a job from that, but not a P.E teacher, and it will be a high paid job and I will get married and have kids and that’s it, I hope you enjoyed reading this.