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I don’t think before the age of 5 I was aware that bad things could happen. That changed when I was 5 years, 7 months and 26 days old. That was the day my father died and my life changed drastically. I cannot even begin to imagine the person I would be today if he was still alive. But the fact is that he died.

I would like to imagine, that in answer to the question above, those who know me are thinking “Nothing you are perfect”, but I have a feeling that they are eagerly shouting “where shall we start?” instead. So I’m going to narrow it down for you.

I walked purposefully. Unaffected. Strong. It had hit like a 2 tonne truck on my frail structure. But here I was no broken bones, no bruises. I simply got up, fixed my skirt and kept on walking.

Up until the age of 14, that was my attitude. I was strong, I was smart and I was confident. I loved the person that I was. It’s not that I thought it hadn't affected my life. That would have seriously delusional.