Home structures the story of our lives. Mine began in Ireland, in a cloud of unknowing. I was told that I cried so much in the first few months of my life that I had to be operated on for a ruptured hernia. In my 4th year, I contracted tuberculosis, discovered accidentally while I was staying with relatives in England. Unable to walk I created an imaginary home, inhabited by imaginary parents, during the two years I was in hospital.