People keep telling me that this life of 27yrs that I somehow continue to embrace with positivity, is intriguing & somewhat fascinating to the ordinary person but hey, you'll be the judge of that. I've always been different, it's a curse & a blessing in disguise. I just want to be normal but this dark cloud of drama is never far behind so now I just run with it & wait to see what's in store next. Disease, Adultery, Divorce, Disabilty, Drugs, Sex, Love & Death are just a few of the many parts I have experienced to tell. Let's rewind to much simpler times, mid nineties, I was a cheeky, smart, soccer loving young girl of 9 years when the first piece of my perfect family world was shattered. Firstly we were an 'Australian Cadbury topdeck' family, my Dad Anglo Indian & my Mum a Kiwi or Pakeha as the Maori's called them. I was the eldest of 3 with 2 younger brothers. I say 'were' because now I've got a step-mum & another younger bro but let's not skip ahead just yet. -- pt.2 continued