Ok. I believe the choices we make, determine what our life will become.  Fulfilling, empty, satisfying, exciting, and many other adjectives.  If we are lucky we will experience all of those feelings and more.  I know I have.  Of course at the time we may not think of it as being fun or exciting, but maybe, crazy, or terrifying.  I have decided to write about the things in my life which have made me who I am today.  I may not be a famous singer, or an olympic swimmer, or to most people, anything at all. But to my family, children, and friends, Id like to believe their lives would be lacking something extra special, if I were not part of it. No serious!  Like today I twisted my daughters arm (hard) and made her help me set up my blog.  Because she did most of the  work, now not only do I have a blog, but my daughter also knows something new. All because of me, her wonderful mama.  I will say, during this bonding session, there were a few fraught moments, but I think our relationship is all the more stronger for it.  (That doesn't sound like good English, but you know what I mean).
 
I was born in a small town in Tassie, (Tasmania, Australia) fiftyish years ago.  I am the youngest of seven children, So life was a bit of a struggle for me.  I was usually the last one in the car, or I ended up with the crust from the hot new loaf of bread, (which I actually loved) you know the type of thing.  The bad thing is when you are the youngest of such a brood, there is a need inside that makes you want to be as old as the others. Until you reach your fifties, then you are glad to be the youngest, cos they are always going to be older than you! The things you do are not always good and sometimes, I came off second best.  The things I am going to write are the good the bad and the ugly things that happened to me, and I guess at my age, (fiftyish) I'm doing it to face the fact that sometimes I brought the consequences on my self, thou I must stress that was not always the case.


We lived on a farm. We had dairy cows, and dad grew crops of some sort.  Dad would milk the cows early in the morning, with the help of my two brothers.  Then dad would go off to work in town, and my brothers and sisters would get ready for school.  They had to walk a way to catch the school  bus.  I was still too young to go to school, so mum and me would be together.  At last I had her to myself!  I remember being in our big kitchen and watching her cook.  We had a huge oven, that you had to feed wood into, constantly!  But everything mum coked was yummy. I don't know if it was the oven, or if she was just a damn good cook..She was my mum, so probably the latter.
When I started school, I remember my first day.  It was filled with terror, fear, lonliness, snotty girls, ugly boys, and the day lasted forever!.. On the way to the bus stop, I heard a motor, My brother grabbed me and slung me over his shoulder, and everyone dived into the bushes growing along the road side.  I still don't  know why we did that. Did my brother think the people coming in their truck were kidnappers?  In the panic, I lost one of my new school shoes.  I was crying and hiccupping and tried to explain to my brother, but suddenly we had to hurry.  We had wasted time hiding in the bush and if we didn't hurry, we would miss the bus. I ask you,  Whose fault was that?  May be my brother was suffering from some freaky mental disorder. (no disrespect meant) Well I rocked up to school for the first day of the rest of my life, wearing one bloody shoe! Great first impressions!  Thanks bro!

Next hurdle was the classroom.  I didn't expect to be separated from my sisters.  I was sure I was told, before leaving home that day, that I would be in the same room as my sister.  Well, someone lied, and in a monumental way. How cruel.  Mum did it just to get me out of the house.  My brother probably jumped in the bushes with me and hoped to lose me among the branches, and then the others would take off to school without me.  Probably the plan was they would come home in the afternoon, untangle me from the bushes and we'd all get home together.  That is what I think now.  Then I just thought mum didn't want me. Anyway, I cried and cried, until the teacher gave me paints and paper.  I was ok for a little while then began crying again, wanting my sister,  Finally I was taken into her classroom and the kids were moved around so I could sit next to her.  I was happier, but i'm not sure about my sister, or the teachers.