On the leaflet, it said that the people living on the street which crosses ours are going to have a “neighbourhood party” in two weeks. My family were not invited because our street has another name! They also asked us not to park our cars on their street that day. They would need all the space for their tables and chairs.

My friend Peter with who I play football lives in that street. So I thought up a plan and told him and he agreed. One day before the party, I asked my parents if I could spend the weekend at his place. Of course they said yes! So there I was, enjoying myself with everyone else – That evening we were eating all the delicious food, we were listening to live music and fooling around with kids my age. We were having a great time.