Chapter 1Memory is both seductive and selective. We’ve all relived the so-called ‘good old days’ and I’m no different. The older I get the more I find myself returning again and again to one particular year. It was 1988 and I was nineteen. I was a country girl from Healesville on the outskirts of Melbourne, the eldest of three daughters.
Dad was a vet at Healesville Sanctuary and mum worked at the local clinic as a medical receptionist. Australia’s Prime Minister was Bob Hawke. Home And Away debuted that year but one of the most watched shows was Hey Hey It’s Saturday featuring Daryl Somers and Ossie Ostrich, a pink, wisecracking ostrich. It was the year of big hair, Australia’s Bicentennial and U2 but it was also the year I met my first love.
I haven’t seen her for years but just recent
