While I travelled in a rather stereotypically female universe as a child, we do indeed intersect in the love of Japan. Even as a child when I went to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado most summers, we would meet Japanese tourists also on vacation and I was always extremely impressed with their generosity and friendliness. They would give us presents like it was Christmas and we were family even if we just met. From my knee high to a grasshopper perspective, this was WAY cool!

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By the way, can you have a word to Ronaldo for me and convince him to stay at Man U?

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You can read just a small sampling of my walk down Kentucky Avenue—which mostly I have yet to write about—in Miracles out of Mountains out Molehills, an article which incidentally had the dubious distinction of being banned from a certain forum for inspiring writing

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1. I would not say a word until I knew I could deliver it perfectly, so I spent most of my time silently listening, and the rest sounding like a 50s newsreader. My mother spoke to me constantly like a friend rather than a baby, so I randomly picked up long words which made me sound cleverer than I was. I nearly gave an old man a seizure in a Sussex railway station when, tottering in a knitted dress and lace-covered nappy, I pointed up at a poster for an exhibition in London and said “Tutankhamun” with newsreaderly gravity and archaeological grandeur.

2. My mother and I used to be able to read each other’s minds, which might be why I have never really learned how to lie; there would have been no point. We used to play a game called Mastermind, where you have to guess the opponent’s choice of 6 coloured pegs, and the order in which they are placed. The games never lasted long, in fact they would often be over in one turn, but we used to play for hours.

3. I would only eat junk food. I hated fruit and vegetables. I hated exercise. I ate copious amounts of sweets every day but I was always wraithly thin and I have still never had a filling in my teeth.

4. I became a vegetarian at age 13, due to my love of animals. It was rather alarming for my mother, especially as nourishing me was already so difficult, but she took it very well. In the early 80s it was not so easy to buy vegetarian food. Had I been from one of those grow-your-own-muesli, knit-your-own-yoghurt families it would have been easier, but I was not. In those days being vegetarian was all about cheese.

5. I used to think I had magical powers because if I held one finger up to my eye I could see through it. It took me many years to work out that it is possible to look at one thing with one eye, and one with the other, so the two images are superimposed. Precocious in some fields; shamefully retarded in others. (I’ve never told anybody about that).

6. The rest is what Pavitrata would call “dysfunction or maladjustment”, so I’d better leave it at 5

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Very evocative and highly readable. I have tried hard to look between the lines for any trace of dysfunction or maladjustment so I wouldn’t feel so left out, but, damn it, you were clearly a well-balanced kid! Surely, like Tom Waits in his ‘Kentucky Avenue’ ( http://tiny.cc/PUhWA ) you must have ‘broken all the windows in the old Anderson place?’ at some stage?

BTW, Atlantis gives me the fantods, but I share the same feelings about Japan.

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