I have a book, it’s called ‘A Boy’s Story’.
It’s a book about my life growing up in Melbourne, a place I love dearly.
In it, I tell a story about the days before I was born, about my dad’s first days in Melbourne.
It was a big, huge place, and there were loads of cricket matches, and the kids would come from all over the country to watch.
My dad played for Australia in the ’70s, and when he was playing, he would come to Australia with his family.
So there was this huge crowd out there and a lot of them were just playing.
And that’s when my dad realised that he had to go to Melbourne.
And he went straight from Melbourne to Sydney.
When I was about three, my parents moved to Australia, and I lived with them for five years.
I never had any real friends in Australia, so I never really got to meet a lot people.
But I always wanted to be like them, and it was really hard for me to learn English.
At school, I had to speak a lot, and even though I knew a lot about sports, I didn’t know how to actually speak it well.
Then I met my first teacher, and she was a sports teacher, so she helped me learn English better.
She also gave me a book to read and I learnt a lot.
The book is called ‘My First Years’.
The first time I played cricket was when I was eight or nine, so that’s the first time that I actually started to play.
Now, I’ve grown up and I’ve got a full-time job, and so I get to do everything I want to do.
On the book tour, I told a story of how I fell in love with cricket, and of my dad who had to take me to a cricket match every day because he was always sick.
He was an avid cricket player, but I didn, because I was in the US and it wasn’t a big deal.
We’d get to a big match in Sydney, and we’d have this huge cheering crowd that would gather outside the stadium, and you’d get really, really big cheers.
They were just really nice people, so you really wanted to go and see them.
Eventually, my dad got sick, and he had surgery to remove a lung, and that’s how he got off the field.
A lot of the stories on the book are about cricket, like my father’s early days in the game, or when I first played, when I had a few years to get my head round it.
One story I told was about my father playing in a small, local league, and my mum had just started a career in the Australian cricket scene.
As a little girl, my mum played cricket.
Every year, I’d come home from school, and her dad would always come and give me a tour of the grounds, and they’d always bring out some old-time, dusty stuff.
“You can’t just go and buy a cricket bat or go and go and pick a cricket ball,” my mum would say.
Once my dad was able to get the proper equipment, he’d have his boys and he’d play cricket with them, but the boys were not playing at the time.
That was because my dad didn’t want me to be too big for them.
They were playing with just the bats, and playing with my dad, my brother and I. After he retired, my mother moved back home, and then my dad came back home.
So I’d spend most of my time with my mum, and only with him, and on weekends he’d go out and play cricket.