When I was in kindergarten, we had large wooden blocks to play with, from memory they were 500 long and 200 wide. Big blocks. Everybody got them and made little brick walls. It was very medieval, with kids hiding behind castle walls.
Not so at Chateau Taylor, we had a roof, and my whole life was ordained.
These creative skills remained unnoticed for a few years. I concentrated on my studies deep inside the shaolin temple. At age twelve I built a cubby house that had a gable roof and a hinged door. I couldn’t get any glass for the window but we did have a fire-place. My mates were still picking their noses.
In my twenties I attended RMIT after failing to get a place to study architecture. What a pity I couldn’t join the ranks of the beret wearers!
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What I do when not swanning about on the net, Choice Builders
Unlike Marcus I spent my time in kindergarten interviewing my friends and writing down every precious word they had to say. Some would say I was a busybody. I like to think I was a journalist in training. All the while I was surrounded by a family of builders, carpenters and people who were good with their hands. I was good at holding a pen, and a conversation.
Fast forward a hundred years. I still have a passion for the written word and am a bibliophile with more books to read than time on my hands. I am a journalist, editor, proofreader and professional writer and have lived and worked throughout Australia and internationally – namely the United Kingdom, Japan and the Cocos (Keeling) Islands.
Building is in my blood, literally, but I will leave the real hands-on, block building stuff, to Marcus
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