When I was five, I was in the front row of the choir for our school nativity and couldn’t hack it. I pulled a sickie, started crying, had to get out. I don’t know why the hell I wanted to perform in front of people.
My parents’ mantra was “do what makes you happy if you can”. They didn’t push my three siblings and me to be academic. Our home was beautifully relaxed. Behaving well and being nice was drilled into us. And we could throw a party and they would stay out of the way.
