Like a lot of people, I have always wanted to see the world from a young age; sounds cliché, but its true. Granted, most people would say I am still at a ripe young age, but I think that's the best time to go. My family holidays only used to consist of 6 hour treks to Cornwall, where my sisters and I would shove Parent Trap on the DVD player in so we could kill a third of that journey in one film. This happened around four times a year until I turned 12. You see, my nan was very good at competitions, and by good, I mean incredible. This woman not only granted me my freedom to venture out of the country to France the first year I went abroad, but also gave me the
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