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“What time do you need picking up?”
“When do you need dropping off?”
Juggling a teenager’s three hours of gymnastic training every night after school along with running a busy household would have flustered the majority of parents but I made it worse for mine by cramming in even more: gymnastics coaching, ballet, tap dance and netball which meant more co-ordination with who was doing what.
My life was finely tuned in these formative years: get up, have breakfast, bike to school, somehow get through my college classes staying awake (the teacher got quite mad when I fell asleep), go to gym, or netball training, or gymnastics coaching, home by 8pm, half an hour to watch my favourite TV programme while eating dinner and then the dreaded homework.
But I would much rather do more gymnastics practice to hone the skills — doing beam practise on the crease in the carpet in the living room, knowing it was not quite right if my energetic backward flick flacks had me crashing into the lounge room door.
My gym coach became my second Mum, while my poor mother got my wrath when she missed taping the opening scenes of Shortland Street; “How could you have missed it,” I would scream at her.
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