Hello. This is from an email I sent to one of my new potentials, Mark. It is basically a background of my life for anyone who is interested…
I was born just before dinner time in Mordialloc/Chelsea hospital. My mum was rapt, she got to eat straight after I was born (I guess that is where my distint love of food came from!!). My brother was born just before breakfast, again, happy mother. My mum and dad lived in a shack on the beach, just two or three rooms, which they rented before I was born. The first six months of my life were spent living there with them. Eventually they got a notion in their heads of being “real” parents and settled down into buying a two bedroom cottage in Carrum near the Patterson River. I lived here for the next 11 years. My best friend was born around the time of us moving in, she lived across the road. My mum and hers soon became friends as both were on maternity leave from work, and S and I grew up like sisters. We are still friends to this day, and chat on MSN daily and see each other at least once every two months. We have both moved around a lot, but our lives have paralleled one anothers enough that we always eventually end up in the same area.
I was a shy kid in primary school, S was always the bossy outgoing one, and when we went to different schools, I had no idea how to make friends, having had Sara born into the role. Eventually I did make friends, one of whom I have recently found on the internet after 15 odd years and started emailing her. I was actually sporty while growing up, I did ballet, gymnastics, rollerskating lessons, played volleyball and softball at school. But my only real llove was swimming, having been born with sea air in my veins, I love the beach. I started swimming lessons at the age of three, and still love it. I used to do the LifeSaving program but moved out of the area just before going for my bronze medallion at a young age.
My mum and Dad separated just after my brother was born, I was 5 at the time. We didn’t see Dad for quite a while.
I went to Carrum primary school for my entire primary school life and loved it. I looked forward to high school with my friends, (yes I actually liked school, even as a little kid!!). Unfortunately this was not to come to pass. Mum’s new boyfriend had been offered a job coaching football (he used to play for Carlton) in a small country town and we were going with him. I was devastated. My brother was too young to really know or care what was going on, and he loved mum’s boyfriend, having never really known our father really well.
Upon arriving in the country, I hated it on sight and became a bitch of a child. I refused to take up any activities after school, didn’t study nearly as hard as I should have and developed an “attitude problem” with my teachers. I didn’t fit in with the country girls who were all pretty and feminine, I had always been a tomboy, so I hung with the guys more. I picked up my Cock Rock obsession from them. Until that date I had previously loved John Farnham and Indecent Obsession, although I always hated New Kids on the Block (I remember my friend in primary school trying to teach me the dance steps to Hangin’ Tough and me failing dismally, I just hated the song *grins*).
So I blasted GnR and Motely Crue and Skid Row at all possible opportunities. I picked up my teen angst at the age of 11!! *grins* My mum’s boyfriend started to harass her about controlling me, but I think even then she felt guilty about moving me away from my life. So she was never as harsh with me as she could have been.
I did eventually make friends with the girls, but they wanted me to sit around listening to Janet Jackson and talking about cute boys. I wasn’t interested. I tried to convert them to my tastes, it didn’t work. Eventually we learned how to agree to disagree. 4 of these girls are still part of my “best of friends” circle today, despite not having much in common with many of them! I do play netabll with them though once a week, well it varies which one of them is playing with me.
I lasted 3 years in the tiny school of 80 students, I did pretty well in school, but nothing mindblowing. I failed science and P.E. I got chubby from never exercising. I hated the town more and more as lies and rumours spread like wildfire everywhere.
Eventually we moved from the rented farm to buying one even further out in the middle of nowhere. It made it hard to have friends over, or to visit people. My dad started seeing a new girlfriend who I thought was awesome, she was so cool. She listened to cock rock music, she dressed like a teenager, to my 13 year old mind, she was a perfect rolemodel. I went down to Melbourne to stay with them as many weekends as I could. I hung out with her kids who were my age. They drank and smoked and took drugs, but I steered clear of that, preferring to just watch.
NYE at the end of Year 9 I drank for the first time. I had acquired a half bottle of Southern Comfort from somewhere. My friend and I were both leaving the town and celebrated, well we thought heavily, wwe only drank 1/3 of what was left and we felt sick lol.
I think that is enough now, I shall leave you with my story at the age of 14….