December 23rd, 1985 - half past eleven PM. A woman is entered into hospital with contractions. She is put on a bed, but has to wait until the gynaecologist arrives. She is told to breathe. A little later, the doctor arrives, extends his gloved hands... And there I was. It was the fastest thing I ever did in my entire life.

I was the second child of a former priest and his much younger wife. My sister was a year older, and never failed to remind me of it. My childhood was pretty normal - at least I thought it was. Lately I've heard so many tales of sad childhoods that I'm starting to think that a happy one has become the exception rather than the rule. My parents only had normal rows with very long periods of peace in between. They're still together.
 

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Anyway, I was talking about my childhood. I went to school, made some friends, then we moved and I went to another school, made other friends, then we moved yet again and I came to a new school, where - you guessed it - I made some friends. That was the last time we moved, so I lived in the same house from the time I was about nine until I was 21. Then I moved again, but more of that later.

I was always pretty good at school. Well, I was when I still took school seriously, mostly in primary school ('lagere school' for those of you who know the belgian system). Then I went to secondary school ('middelbare school'), and discovered that school wasn't actually all it was cracked up to be. My grades went down accordingly. I had a horrible class, with all kinds of groups forming and me and a few others always being on the outside. I could tell you much more, but let it suffice to say that I was not happy there.

So in my third year, I changed schools again, this time without having moved. My new class was really much better, so my grades marginally went up. I still didn't take school very seriously though.

Then came university college. It's not a university, but it's close. I chose to be a translator for English and Czech. Regretfully, you'll not hear the story of why I chose Czech. I've had to explain it too often anyway. So you'll just have to guess ^.^ This period of my life was again pretty uneventful, except that I had a not so nice class again. *grumbles* bunch of hypocrites...

Anyway! One more important thing was my stay in the Czech Republic with Erasmus, a time in my life that I really enjoyed and would like to do again. I met some wonderful people there. It was over way too quickly.

So, did I forget anything? Yes, I did, I forgot to mention my boyfriend :P We got together when I was 16 years old, and we're still together. In fact, we moved in together about half a year ago - that was that last move I said something about. Didn't lead to another changing of schools though.

The first time I found Santharia was back in 2001. I'd been participating in Play-by-Post RPG's, and was looking for more. I created a character, participated in a story, then left. Then I came back in 200...4? 5? Found I couldn't use my previous character anymore, created a new one and started participating in the Dev forum as well. I haven't left anymore since then.

So, that brings me to the present day. I'm almost graduated, just half a year more to go, then I can go work for the rest of my life. But hey, it'll be ok, so long as I have Santharia to escape to...