I'm putting this entry in my memories because it's so incredibly you :)

I don't recall my ten-year-old self having many ambitions at all; right up to the age of eighteen people would ask me what I wanted to do and I'd cheerfully say "I haven't got a clue". I didin't really think about it much, I just got on with the whole being ten and having too many My Little Ponies bit. Which means that really, the present is remarkably like the past for me - except without the being ten..

I think at ten I would have been more concerned with wishing there were less unpleasantly adult stresses in my life, like having a split family, than with worrying that things would still be the same way in the future; I know I always wanted to get away from home because I instinctively understood that it meant independence and the ability to see who I wanted when I wanted, not get my ear bent about how appalling the people I'd just spent the weekend with were (which was what I got from my mum every time I mentioned my natural father). My mum's emotional limitations did a lot to teach me the value of independence, really.