I never felt like I fitted in during my schooldays because we moved every three or four years and I often felt unhappy. I didn't have very good teachers either but happily that all changed when I returned to studying in my 30s and found amazing ones. In fact, doing my master's in spiritual psychology at the age of 39 was one of the things that changed my life.
The first years of school were spent in South Africa, where my father was mining for industrial diamonds. We lived there for two years from 1968 during apartheid.
We moved to Detroit in the United States when I was eight or nine. Despite the culture shock, I loved moving to the US. There was ice-skating in the park during winter and my father was great on picnics.
At the age of 12, we moved again, this time to North Carolina where Dad came from. I found myself in this teeny-weeny town which was quaint and it was also where I had my only memorable teacher of those times, Mrs Carter, who was so sweet to me. I didn't know a soul and she took me under her wing.
Then we upped stakes again, going to South Carolina, which I hated. When you're 15 and thrown into a school where people have grown up together, it can be miserable. So I resolved to move as far away as possible when I graduated.
In the end, I moved four hours away to Winthrop University in South Carolina and it was great. I'd chosen to study communications, which is just about the easiest degree you can do. Dad was big on education - my grandmother was a professor - but I didn't know what I wanted to do. I found the experience wasn't about learning but about making the transitions that arise from being 18, such as being on your own and looking after yourself.
Even by the end of my degree, I still didn't really know what I wanted to do and thought I'd settle down and have children. But I also needed to work and I knew television interested me, so I joined a TV station, starting off operating the autocue then moving behind the camera.