Hello. My name is Alice. I am writing a book about myself.

I am nine years old. I go to Good Hope Primary School. I like English and I don't like Mathematics. I like cakes, trains and robots and I dislike spinach, cheese and poo.

I want to write a book because I have a bad memory. Mum is always cross because I have forgotten to do my homework. Dad said I don't have a bad memory, just a very selective one, like mum. Then they started arguing.

"What do you mean?" Mum said.
"What have I done now?" Dad said.

I think he meant that Mum watched Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? when I was in her tummy.

I have a little brother, his name is Peter. Peter is five years old. He likes climbing. Last year, he fell down from the upper bulk of our bed. I thought he would die, but he stood up and started climbing again. Dad called him determined, and mum was cross again.