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The Early Years

So just after I was born, we moved back to the North Coast, and in early 1971 my parents were married in a little Catholic Church in Lismore. They were both 19 years old. My dad continued to play music in local bands, and Mum made a living by tie-dying surfboard covers and selling them in the local surf shops. My claim to fame is a tour Dad did with the Easybeats - bummer I was too little to remember. He played in Byron pubs, including the Top Pub and Railway Pub (not sure what they are called these days). My memories are not solid, so a lot of my recall is from stories I've been told growing up. but the memories I do have were of a happy-go-lucky childhood filled with beach days, people, and parties. Probably not the kind of parties you'd take little ones to now, but hey, it was the '70s! We moved around a lot, from rental to rental. I remember a farm we lived on out in the Channon, those were wild days. Dad had many muso friends so there was always live music. Mum was the...

The beginning

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I've had this burning desire for years to tell my story. And I think now is the time. I'm not a writer, I envy my friends who can put words together in such a beautiful way, so this will be raw, honest, maybe even childlike! I don't know where it's gonna end up, and not sure if anyone will even read it. I don't even know where to start, so maybe the beginning would be a good place....,,. I was born in 1970 to my teenage hippy parents. Mum and Dad were living, aka squatting in kings Cross, Sydney. Dad was playing in bands, and Mum was working as a secretary in the city. They'd moved from the North Coast to the big city. The pregnancy wasn't planned, and at 14 weeks pregnant, my mother ended up at a backyard abortion 'clinic' - however, after hearing the screams of the girls who went before her, she left and decided she'd adopt me out. She ended up linking in with the nuns at a hospital for unwed mothers in Annandale and arrangements were made to a...