When I was seven or eight years old I was asked by a school teacher the question ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’
It was perfectly timed – I had contemplated this just a few weeks before and had made my decision after watching the film ‘Splash’ on the television.
“A mermaid,” I replied.
I don’t remember the teacher’s response, but I knew at that point that I had it all figured out. All I needed was some salt to put in my bath water, and after my tail had formed I would swim around in the ocean and eat fish. I wouldn’t have to answer to anybody, be told what to do – my life would be my own.
However, there were a few things in my carefully crafted plan that I hadn’t taken into consideration:
1. I was a proficient swimmer, but hated…
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