Twelve years ago, on a warm Saturday morning, I sat cross-legged in front of ABC3 while my mum combed out my loose curls and put them into two tight braids. As “Scotty and the Ninjas Too” were lighting up the screen, their voices filling the room, we were idly watching on. Both my mum and I focused on getting ready for netball before rushing out the door.
The majority of my childhood was spent in front of the television. Now that I’m in my 20s, I’ll sometimes spit out random facts during conversations, or have a little bit of extra knowledge when faced with certain situations.… Our yellow family