
Space ... beyond the final frontier
I grew up in a big mad family. No space to swing my arms, or pick your nose in private, always competing to be heard. Space was limited, precious. We learned to share, and share little and wear hand me downs, which was fine except I was 6 and 4 years younger than my sisters so spent my childhood out of fashion! Confusion set in when the new clothes I did get, my, 2 years younger than me, sister got the same just different colours. Were we twins? Was my Mother keeping somethin