I look back on my schooldays in Hong Kong and feel nostalgic about all the places where we lived and how most of them no longer exist. Like so much of the city, they were pulled down to make way for new buildings, which I find sad.
It's upsetting that this city has rid itself of the past. It's the same with the reclamation of the harbour and, more recently, wanting to ban al fresco dining.
I loved growing up in Hong Kong. My biological parents were Chinese and Pakistani, so I look completely Asian and when I was a baby I was adopted by a British couple. That sense of identity crisis came to the fore when I went to school in Britain and knew that I felt British. Mum stayed at home while dad was a marine engineer with Hong Kong United Dockyard.
I don't remember much about primary school except my uniform, which had red pockets.
I was a happy child but had some kind of learning disability. As a result, I was hopeless at maths and felt the teachers were frustrated with me. Probably, I also had a lazy streak.
However, I was sporty and social - I think I'd have been called a show-off - although as I've grown older I've become less outgoing. In fact, being involved with Hong Kong Alley Cat Watch, I have to speak in public and often freeze before an engagement.
My days at Kowloon Junior and Sha Tin College were about having friends and enjoying sports and activities such as dancing, aerobics and netball. I liked team stuff.