As a child, I grew up in the country. A small wheatbelt town. From what I can recall, the only other Asians who lived there were a really lovely Filipino family. Growing up, I did everything the other kids did, with all the other kids. I joined the hockey club, I hung out at the pool during hot summers, went to the pub for dinner every Friday night; there was no real difference between myself and my friends that I could really notice. They accepted me no different to the next person. In year 7 I started boarding in Perth since the high school in my hometown only went up to year 10. I was the only Asian boarder in my year. Again, I hung out with all the other boarders in my year and became close friends with them and did most things with them. It wasn’t until meeting all the other day girls or meeting new parents did I start to notice something. Apparently there was this thing where you could tell someone was a boarder, they just ‘looked like one’. However, apparently I did not. When meeting day girls and meeting parents when I told them I was a boarder usually the reaction would be: ‘You don’t look like a boarder’ or ‘So are you from overseas?’ or ‘Oh wow, I didn’t expect that’. It’s a small thing and doesn’t bother me, but it did happen enough for me to notice or expect it. Now in university, my ‘interesting fact’ that I share about myself is that I grew up in the country.