I was born

madworld

Whangarei, New Zealand

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with a head of coal black hair and slanted eyes. The nurses called me Madame Butterfly, my brother wanted me returned to the Hospital as soon as humanely possible. By the time I reached 12 months of age, my hair was blonde, my brother had still never quite got over his jealousy of not being the youngest and my sister had decided that pushing me down the hill in the dolls pram and letting me go was the next best thing to watching the neighbours black and white TV. I grew up by the lake and the mountains….a waterbaby in fact. I would teach myself to swim by the age of 4 and wind my way through my fathers legs underwater on our daily walks to the lake in the early evenings and in the hot pools at night I would join the Swimming Club and surprise even myself when I started winning races for children up to 3 years older than me. My mother was a mother of migranes. She would lie in bed for days at a time with the curtains drawn and a mysterious doctor would visit her handing out pills of varying colours and shapes, pills she would take and then sleep for the day while I learnt how to amuse myself with cut out dolls, books and kittens I had found in the woodpile after my brother threw his gumboots in a woodbin and happened to kill two of them. Across the road lived a family with a little girl my age. Her father was a policeman and she was soft, pudgy and jealous. One day while visiting her she pulled out her fathers claw hammer and hit me square in the forehead and while the blood poured down my face between my eyes she ran to my place and hid under my brothers bed until my father found her three hours later sleeping on the wooden floor thumb in mouth and the kittens curled up next to her. I of course wanted to hurt her, he of course said * maybe she would like an apricot juice and cake* and then bundled us both in the car down to the Tearooms where he would take me every Saturday morning for a treat of apricot juice and time for just he and I. Whenever I think about apricot juice now my mind screams HAMMER! Some of my favourite times were the trips in our very cool car. My mother wearing her rollers in her hair, in summer I only wore my bikini, my brother would wear whatever was handy and my sister would sulk in the back seat of the car preferring to be anywhere but with US. We would drive round the lake taking a picnic and stay until the sun was going down then pile back into the car me sitting on the little arm rest between my parents and the radio blaring. Life was nearly good.

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