I was born before my father could park the car
my first words were, “I want to collect all of it!”
I took a pocketknife to kindergarten for show and tell, and couldn’t
understand why the teacher was upset. Mum was too. (But she still gave me the
milky bar later). I always hated family photographs. Hated posing. Can’t smile.
Won’t. Don’t. Not sure how. But a …
