I loved the beach first, the bush second.
I wanted to be Prime Minister or an interior decorator.
I lived on a 400 acre pineapple farm.
I wanted a baby sister. And got one.
I never once worried about my parents splitting up.
I dreamt about Californian beaches and being buried alive.
I told stories. Sometimes I wrote them down.
I collected dolls. My sister ruined most of them.
I wore shorts and t-shirts most days.
I loved school, until I was in year 4.
I would devour books.
Take a look, have you changed much?
