Progressive Story – Part 1

I had one of those childhoods that my friends were jealous of. My parents nailed the balance between freedom and discipline. There were 4 kids in my family, I am the youngest, next is my sister, 3 years older, then another sister 4 years older and my brother, 6 years older.  As with any siblings, we were all so different, but we all inherited the same moral structure. I was the academic.

Throughout most of my childhood, I remember people making comment about how smart I was or how I’d grow up to do something pretty great. My Mum liked to tell me how sure she was that I’d be a lawyer because I could argue my way out of anything.