Let’s help everybody follow their dreams

It was 30 May 1990 and I woke up earlier than usual. I was excited and couldn’t wait to get stuck into the day. The sun was shining in northern England, as it always seemed to at this time of year, even though it was against all logic. And it was school holidays. Today was my 13th birthday and, in my head, the day that I became a man. All morning I was pestering my mum, asking her every five minutes when he was going to arrive. I sat waiting and wondering where he would take me this year. Would it be the Pleasure Beach, maybe Blackpool Tower or maybe the movies? I didn’t really care, I just couldn’t wait to see him. It had been