A story

We all have a story that we use to describe ourselves to ourselves and to each other. If you know my story you know me, right?

You already know my name. If I tell you that I was born in Booleroo Centre, a small town in, what the locals call, the mid-north of South Australia, and spent the first three years of this lifetime living, with my parents and their expanding family, in the school house of a tiny rural hamlet on the edge of the Flinders Ranges, does that tell you anything about who I am? Continue reading “A story”