Describe the place you grew up.

Ah, Gallifrey. In spite of what you may have heard, it isn't all stuffed collars and hallowed halls. The Academy, the Citadel, the Panopticon, the oh-so-prestigious and conceited society of the Time Lords, is not the sum total of what the planet has to offer.

For the most part, I grew up away from Time Lord society until it was my time to enter the Academy. While I can't be certain, I suspect that my parents had also had enough of the conceits of our society and chose to live apart from it, in spite of their Prydonian status. My life is all the richer for it. Our home was small and unassuming, situated in the beautiful, lush green Gallifreyan countryside. Earth's Great Britain reminds me a bit of home. Well, if you were to put an 8,000 meter mountain in the middle of Yorkshire. There was a mountain behind our house, practically in the back yard. I loved exploring it's slopes and its valleys, the gullies and culverts and caves. I conducted many an adventure on that mountainside, sometimes pretending to be the fabled and beneficent Rassilon as he harnessed a energies of a black hole. In a young lad's imagination, caves serve quite well as a black hole. Even better for getting into mischief. I'm rather good at that, it seems.