HAPPY DAYS
I sometimes get flashbacks of when I was a kid, and I think my earliest memories are of being at Disney World when I was about five. Everything seemed so big and fun and I loved it.
The first time I was ever away from my family was when I started going to a nursery called Happy Days. And they were happy days, to be fair. I always got on really well with all the staff, and the lady who owned the centre was our babysitter, so I probably got to play with the good toys more than the other kids did. I was pretty well behaved and I didnât get into a lot of trouble or anything. I was more interested in playing than being naughty.
I remember my first day of school pretty clearly. My mum came and sat with me in the class, and then about halfway through the day she left. All the kids were playing together, but some were crying a bit. I felt fine about it and I had a few friends there so I settled in quite quickly and never minded being there. My best friend in primary school was a guy called Jonathan, and heâs still a good friend of mine now and I see him all the time. He came to see me on the tour and we always keep in touch.
I was in the school plays from a really young age and I once played Buzz Lightyear in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. I know that sounds a bit weird, but basically when the children hid from the Child Catcher in the toy store they had Buzz and Woody in there, so I got to dress up as Buzz. That was one of my first ever performances, if you can call it that.
I also did a play called Barney about a mouse who lived in a church. I played Barney and I had to wear a pair of my sisterâs grey tights and a headband with ears on and sing in front of everyone. I like to think I was a good mouse.
I always used to love singing. The first song I knew all the words to was âGirl of My Best Friendâ by Elvis. My dad introduced me to his music, and when I got given a karaoke machine by my granddad, my cousin and I recorded a load of Elvis tracks. I wish I still had them so I could have a listen.
I liked maths from an early age because we got to use bricks and cubes and it was quite fun, but as I got older I found it harder, so I got much more into English. I could produce really good pieces of writing and I felt really proud when I got an A for my first ever essay. But I was so easily distracted that I started spending more and more time chatting to mates in class or daydreaming, and sadly I never quite got up to that standard again.
I liked PE too and I played football a lot. When I started playing for the local football team in goal I made friends from other schools as well, which meant I had a lot of mates. Iâve always liked being around people and getting to know new people, so Iâve always had a wide group of friends. Also I used to be friends with girls as well as boys. I wasnât one of those boys who thought girls were smelly and didnât like them; I was kind of friends with everyone.
I got a bit cheekier as time went on, and when I was about eight or nine I started testing the boundaries. Iâd often try and get one over on the teachers. I also got much more interested in girls. I only ever got into one fight the whole time I was at school, and that was in primary school. Iâm not the type to pick a fight, and if someone had ever tried to start a fight it would make me laugh more than anything.
When I was seven my mum and dad divorced, and that was quite a weird time. I remember crying about it when my parents told me they were splitting up, but after that I was alright. I guess I didnât really get what was going on properly, I was just sad that my parents wouldnât be together any more.
My mum, my older sister Gemma and I left Homes Chapel and moved further out into the Cheshire countryside. Our new home was a pub, and my mum became the landlady. There was a boy called Reg living nearby and he was the only other kid in the area, so even though he was my sisterâs age we used to hang out together all the time. The summer we moved there Reg and I used to go every day to Great Budworth Ice Cream Farm, which was about two miles away. Weâd borrow two pounds off our mums and cycle up there and get an ice cream. I can remember that so clearly. Itâs the same ice cream farm I took all the boys to when they came to stay before Bootcamp. And the ice cream is still as good now.