 I went into care when I was 15. I sort of had to grow up very, very quickly. If I could go back to speak to a 15-year-old me, I'd sort of go, it's going to be really hard, it's going to be horrible, you're going to feel rubbish all the time, and you're going to feel angry at everything. But it does get better. At 15, I was on point of doing my moshing, cooking, I really sufficiently looked after myself, but emotionally, I had no clue what to do, absolutely no idea. So I needed someone to sort of emotionally look after me, but also treat me like an adult at the same time a little bit. My sort of most recent placement, on the first day I was there, I said, you're just going to give up on me, I'm going to make you hate me, like I've made everybody else hate me, and this is going to break down and you're going to leave me and you're never going to talk to me again. She went, yeah, maybe, but we'll see how it goes, won't we? And I was there for five and a half years, because I knew she would never lie to me. She would do things for me that I wasn't used to people doing things for, like I needed new glasses and she took me to the opticians and bought me new glasses. She helped me build up a support network. When I moved in with her, I had just her, and she managed to get me a therapist and then from having therapy, I managed to sort of be able to form really good friends and relationships. The reason I do all this stuff is so that we can get foster carers who genuinely want to do what they're doing, who are willing to adapt and learn and who will listen to the young person's perspective and really advocate and be that megaphone for their young person because that's what I needed when I was that age. If they're nice people who genuinely care about the welfare of young people and who want to help but don't think they're going to save the world with it, that's it. They just need to be themselves and be a bit nice.