I’m one of six kids in my family. Growing up, there was always someone to play with, always an adventure happening and many happy memories were made. We concocted mud milkshakes and tried to convince our neighbours to taste them, we played loads of imaginary games complete with dress-ups, and we turned our pitch-dark hallway into an obstacle course and took turns running the gauntlet – trying to reach the far end and identify which sibling had been following us.
But as with most typical families, we didn’t always get along nicely. As the eldest, I received many reprimands from my parents, reminding me that I was bigger than my siblings, that I didn’t know my own strength and that I should have known better. And, like in most typical families, my siblings and I were required to say "Sorry" when we’d hurt or upset each other.