I was the middle child. My oldest sister, Dale, died before I was born, so it was Michael, me and Gillian. My parents never underlined it, but Dale was always there – and she had been the most beautiful child.
My parents gave us an incredibly free life. And of course I was really trouble – once I had a hair salon in the garage and I cut the neighbour’s little girl’s hair off. It was just the most appalling thing – they never spoke to us again. When I had scarlet fever, my father told me that I would have to stay in my room and asked me if I wanted anything. I said: “Roller skates.” They then had a nightmare of me crashing around upstairs skating from one end of the room to the other. We were allowed to go cycling to an amazing place called the Sniggery Woods, but there was no fear of anything – we lived near a beach, and we would be there for hours, having picnics, riding bikes.
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