There are fragments of my early childhood that I still recall quite vividly. Cracking open my head was one of them but that’s a story for another day.
Just before I came to Australia when I was 3 years old I remember staring out the back of the taxi on the way to the airport. My mum told me we were going to a new country and it was going to be amazing. I remember looking up at the clouds and thinking that each cloud was a country and that one of them was going to be the destination that was going to be my new home.
I still spend a lot of time looking up at the sky and it’s still pretty magical to me.