Where I come from [writing task one]

I come from mud and screwdrivers and hammers,
and Matchbox cars, lego and pencil crayons on a rainy day.
I come from quiet isolation and the struggle to fit in,
I come from mornings on Miss Lewis' lap, sobbing.
I come from seeking company in Little Oli, Matt and Big 'arry at breaktime,
I come from going home for dinner,
with treacle sponge and Nan; the smiling cook.
I come from the ally behind my house
and summer holidays; bikes football and party rings.
I come from 13 years of blood sweat and being sick from exhaustion
due to technically physical sessions at the Dojo.
I come from the compliments and reassuring back-pats, expectations
and the fear, the pressure of living up to each one.
I come from the risks and doubt asserted
and the crushing threat of failure.
I come from thoughts, decisions and revisions;
what is, was or could be.

But that being said;
"Experience comes from bad judgement,
Good judgement comes from bad experience."