This post will be a story board of my life, that I hope to print of and store in a book. Not started this yet, but it is a goal I want to achieve so I can reflect on it and remember all the good times of my life rather than just all the bad times. All the bad memories seem to be the most dominant in my mind. Got to sit and sift through the old snaps of my life and document it.

Now, as all stories begin, I was born. Now for this section, it focuses more on me as a little baby. My mum kept all my baby pictures locked up and secure in this book :O This is the first time I have ever seen it.



Now, here I am only a few hours old. I was born at 6:33 Am 22/04/1992, which meant my mum was super grumpy having spent the night going in and out of pain as I was a slow birth. I weighed in at 7 Pounds 9 Ounces and was born at St Johns Hospital. Now my mum at the time was 28 years old working at St Johns as a Records Organizer and my Dad was 24 in and out of work as an electrician anywhere he could get work.



Now, here is my mum Hazel Reid, having breakfast just after giving birth to me.



Now here is my dad with a slight grin on his face, back in a time where he had hair and the worlds biggest pair of glasses. HE goes by the name of Gordon Reid.



Apparently, I spent a lot of time yawning, being tired and sleeping.. Here's a pic they kept showing me yawning. Haha!



Now these are my grandparents from the Glasgow end of the family tree. My grandad's name is James Reid and my Gran's was Mary Reid. My Gran died when I was 3 years old of cancer. My grandad died in hospital of just old age in 2007. It's sad in a way, I have no real memories of my gran, but I am told she was a great woman that saw the good in everyone.



Now, this one is my Uncle Hugh. Back in a time before he needed glasses. He was my inspiration into the whole technological world. He now own's a dog named Misty. So doesn't suit him.



Here is one of the few pictures of my mum, gran and I together.



Haha! Here is a picture of my grandad so scared he was going to drop me. Never seen him look so worried xD



My mum held me in an unusual manor as it was the only way to get me to calm down. Haha!



And the reason I like the band Stiff Little Fingers!!! Rock on! :P



Now this section is just about me as a baby.. No real story of my life as I have no memory of it. But the next few sections will have more guts to it :)