An old friend remembers overhearing her parents talk about her.
“What do you think she should do when she leaves school?” her father said. “She’s not very bright.”
They were wrong, of course. Wrong as parents and wrong in fact.
But nobody said anything like that to me — not my parents, not my teachers, not anyone I can remember. And maybe they were right because I did really well until the wheels fell off.
I think it’s interesting to ask why the wheels fell off a bright kid like me, what it took to get me on the road again, and why I headed off in unexpected directions. But maybe not. Either way this is me growing up. It’s self-indulgent by definition, embarrassing in parts, but as honest as I can manage. You’ve been warned.