If I were to write my biography, it would be very tough going.
After all, I would want to include all the formative events. And yet, who can be sure just which ones, exactly, these are?
Every action taken, every decision made, colours who you become as a result. It would be nice to think that I was destined to become a decent human being, but what would have changed if I had done anything differently?
What if I hadn’t been married at 19? Would I have met my current husband? Would I have had children at some point?
There are too many factors, and too many details. And, frankly, most of them are really boring.
So – nope – no biography from me.