There was this reoccurring dream that kept making its way into my mind. My dad was a builder/carpenter and used to always let me build things, from such a young age. He even let me use most of his power tools - He had great parenting skills as I'm sure you can imagine. So quite a few times when i would lay my head to rest, i would dream of this yellow Go-kart. But not just any old go-kart. This one had just a drivers seat for me up front and in the rear it was like a little minibus! I took peddles from a bicycle and used those with a mechanism to the wheels, which i took from a few dolly prams i had at the time. So i could power my magical Go-Kart. Then i also took a break lever from a Go-kart i owned as a kid, to ensure safety when approaching a dangerous environment of course. The rest i built all from wood using my bare hands. And some power tools here and there. I remember the whole process. Even today. Now I'm in my 20s its a Dream that always stuck with me. So anyway, i rolled my kart out of the garage with a big tin of yellow paint. Im not sure why yellow was the chosen colour but maybe theres more to it i haven't yet figured out. I remember painting it, letting it dry, giving it a second coat. Once that had dried i obviously glossed it to protect the wood. I mean who would think to do all that at the age of about 8? Me. Like the proud owner i was, i hoped into my Kart and one by one i peddled my hardest around the cul-de-sac picking up all of my friends along the way. And giving them a lift around the block. Im not sure why i felt it was my duty to spare their poor legs from the two minute walk around the block. But one by one, i collected each of them. First on the list was Becky. She only lived one door away so she was obviously going to be the first stop. Then I would back track towards my house and collect scott, around the corner jess would be waiting for her lift, as the road went on little Daniel came out to play. Then my Go-kart was at full capacity. So I would drop them all off at the very back of Kennet Gardens to make room for the Triplets. Faye, Tiffany and Charlotte. I guess I felt it my duty to look after most of the other kids. I wasn't the oldest, the Triplets beat me to that but i was always probably the most motherly one of all. Maybe i was just looking for some mothering myself.