At age six I’m obsessed with a cassette tape of songs from a children’s club tiger. They’re supposed to teach us to be environmentally responsible, but for my sister and me it’s more about the memories of our first real holiday.
At age 10, pre-teen, it’s all about boy bands. I mime to re-imagined pop classics and cry when mum won’t let me go to concerts with my friends.
At sixteen, I deny ever liking those bands. It’s all about heavy metal and I learn to navigate the mosh pit as I learn to navigate my impending adulthood.
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