Being different . . part 1
Aunty Shirley on the left, me in the middle and Mum on the right. Is it nature or nurture that makes us different? As the oldest of 2 sisters, I was encouraged to be the noisy, happy little performer and my sister Lynda, was always described as the quiet, thoughtful one. And that is what we became . . I remember being very young, having to stand on a box in my Nana's garden singing "Senor Don Gato was a cat . " for the family and all the neighbours, I hated it. I was creative and colourful and not very academic, whereas Lynda always did well in school and quietly got on with life. Basically I took up all the room!! It wasn't until I left home to go to art college at 17, that Lynda really started to blossom. Lynda, my sister on the left and me on the right Apart from the usual early sibling rivalry, my sister and I have always got on, now more than ever. Lynda is the best thing in my life. We are both very lucky to have been able to work on our relationship through