It was 1992 and Alex was a very polite and kind 6 year old little boy, even though he was very introverted and shy. He already knew many words at his age as he read the dictionary a lot and didn't play like other hyperactive children, well, he did but not too much. Since his parents were both teachers they had really short holidays so they tried to make the most of them by spending time with their little boy and the rest of the family.

Since they were always in Sheffield they wanted to change a bit and rent a house somewhere else for two weeks. In these two weeks, Alex didn't find himself doing much, he missed his best friend Matt but he knew he would see him soon. He couldn't wait for the holiday to end but they were only on the fourth day of the holiday.

"Alex, I remind you not to go too far from the place mom and dad are, okay? Just swim in the sea but not in the deep part amd where we can see you" David, his father, reminded him and he nodded and Penny, his mother, lay down on the towel "And make friends" she added and Alex just sighed as his shyness prevented it.

Alex got into the water but then found himself sitting on the shore playing in the wet sand trying to make a castle but the water destroyed it. He was frustated and wouldn't give up, being a hothead. Just as he was succeeding, a sweet giggle from a little girl distracted him. He turned around and saw a little girl not far from him in the hot sand who had a bucket and pallet and was playing with dolls. Her hair was wet and the wet strands were on her forehead and she was all dirty with sand. Alex always saw her around there and that day he had the courage to go up to her. "Hi little girl" he said and his British accent was more evident than expected and he looked at her up and down innocently.