I stuck my tongue out at him; I admit that I was quite immature in my nature. Growing up seemed more as a job then a luxury and I was quite a lazy adolescent. My mother told me to never lose my childish enthusiasm and good things would come my way. My mother and I were very much alike in personality. She was born in a cottage on a horse farm in County Cork Ireland to the dreary country of England to study nursing. That is where she met my father, an aristocrat and an heir to his family’s fortune. Both of them came from very different back rounds and standards of living. My father used to tell me that the first thing he loved about my mother was her playful spirit and witty remarks. My mother’s fire red hair and green hazel eyes made her stand out; the woman whom he usually associated with could not even compare to her unique beauty. The high class women that he had known did not know the value of hard work as my mother did. They spent their days sipping tea and gossiping about others wile my mother worked in school to get an education. My father was a great supporter of education; he enrolled me into Benenden School in Kent and my brother into Roedean School in Brighton.
My father was a quiet, modest man who loved to be outdoors. He spent most of his time taking my brother out hunting and entering polo matches. It was my father who taught me how to ride a horse and how to play his favorite game of poker. He was unlike other fathers who spent the whole of their time ignoring their wives and children to go drinking with their friends and talking about politics. My father hated politics and doted upon his family. He was young for a father only being in his early twenties when my brother and I were born. My mother was only sixteen when she quit her studies to marry him. Within the first year of their marriage mother brought us to Earth. My grandmother considered us a miracle; twins being delivered without any complications were considered impossible at the time. A grand ball was dedicated in my mother’s honor; any objections to my father marrying a woman with no social connections were long forgotten.