A good measure of my childhood was spent in the soft oblivion beyond poofy white clouds. 
I wondered when I’d go to Malory Towers or St.Clare’s, silly thoughts for a little girl who couldn’t fall sleep unless her toes touched her mamma. 
I swam in a little pond outside my house and imagined it were the size of the ocean. 
I was overjoyed when I discovered that I’d outgrown my clothes. 
I paid far too much attention to my handwriting, experimenting with different styles of font and trying to f...