Autobiography about how I grew up.

My name is Ramez and I am 12 years old.I was born in 2003 September 5 at St Thomas’ Hospital.

My mum and dad had argued about my name. My dad wanted Ramez,which means respected and honour. and my mum wanted my name to be Alaa ment nobility and exellence. So my mum and dad had a talk and called me Ramez.

After 5 years, my brother was born. They called him Amir. My sister was born at 1996 at Guys hospital.He turned out to become a very good goalkeeper.He plays a year up and lots of clubs around England know him for his goalkeeping skills.

I had a rough 7 years in my old house in Tower bridge. I was bullied by people older than me; they would  throw rocks at me and. Throw eggs at my door.I didn’t like any neither did my family. Once my mum had have enough and went to their house and tried to talk with their mother. There mother  had pulled out a knife and stabbed my mum in the womb wile my brother was in there.Finally we had moved houses and I liked my new .I had made new friends. I REALLY liked it the area was nice and every one was friendly.

I joined a football team called Bruin . They helped me develop my football skills and got me into Charlton FC. At the time my mum had my brother in her womb. We had to travel 1 hour to get to training.So my mum stped me from going. I played for other academys but let for other different reasons.

 the school that I went to was called Charles Dickens primary school.It was the first school to open in borough . I was very popular and I had a good reputation.I liked it until the head teacher was changed in year 6. Mrs Buchannan had changed  most of the rules and made the school boring.Her name was Mrs Buchannan.

Every year me and my family have a tradition where we travel to Morocco via car. We drive to Dover , catching a ferry to Calais (France) which we then drive through France and into Spain. Once we reach the south of Spain we catch another ferry from Algeciras to Morocco. I really enjoy this experience because we learn new things every year about other people’s traditions. For an example in Spain after 5 pm everybody goes to sleep, and they call that a ‘siesta’.Last year when we went to morocco we visited a city called Agadir and stayed in a hotel called Agador. This was by far the most fun experience I ever had. The hotel had more than 5 swimming pools and it had a private beach. I also met some English friends in the hotel which made the holiday more fun.

 This year I went to Butlins to play a football tournament . They had a big arcade and I spent most of my time there spending lots of money. We had our own apartment . The best thing about Butlins is that you meet lots of people and make new friends. That was my autobiography . What about yours?