Naughty, boisterous, mischievous, free that was my childhood. Then the teens arrived, and with them, a question that never quite left: 'Who am I?' To cope, I became nice, polite, well-mannered and the world took to me as a fish takes to water. I smiled. My tactic had worked. And yet the question stayed. Deep down, a sense of being alone began to creep and grow. I was living the dream. But whose?