I could hear my mum Tina, then 38, shouting at me as I pedalled as fast as I could up the hill.
‘Slow down, you two,’ she called.
But when I got to the top, I grinned at my brother Peter, then 4.
He was 18 months younger than me, my partner in crime.
We quickly sped back down together, before hitting the brakes.
‘Ahhh!’ I cried with joy as my little pink bike ground to a halt, the handlebar tassels flapping in the wind.
It was summer 2002, and people had believed I’d never ride a bike.
That’s because I wasn’t exactly like other
