From: danielthomasandrewdaly@live.com.au   
      
   Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly   
      
   Autobiography    
   Written in 6174 SC (2010 CE/AD)   
      
      
      
   Chapter One   
      
   I am not really sure what my oldest memories are, but I do remember being in   
   the kitchen at Berridale (7 Bent Street) playing on the chairs we had, which   
   had black vinyl, being chairs I had played on often, doing a rocking horse   
   motion on them around the    
   kitchen, and thinking right at that point, in thoughts which had slowly   
   developed for a while, I will remember this time for the rest of my life.  And   
   I have never forgotten it.   
      
   I was born on the 20th of November 1972 Kingston Upon Hull in England in the   
   United Kingdom.  I was born at the Hull Maternity Hospital, which Mum tells me   
   is no longer there.  What had happened was my older brother Matthew was born   
   in Cooma Hospital on    
   the 21st of October 1969 and my older sister Brigid was born in the same   
   hospital on the 26th of October 1971.  But when it came to the third child,   
   myself, mum decided to have me in England in Hull, were she likewise had been   
   born.  She was born on the    
   7th of July, 1937 (meaning she turned 70 on the 7/7/2007 – which is probably   
   why 7 is her favourite number).  My mother’s name is Mary Philomena Daly nee   
   Baker.  Dad was born Cyril Aloysius Daly on the 11th of August 1922 in Sydney.   
      
   I remember, in those early days, the world book dictionaries we had, and the   
   set of world book children’s encyclopaedias.  We still have the dictionaries,   
   but the children’s encyclopaedias are long gone.  They had a games section of   
   a jungle map which    
   you followed from page to page, as well as a volume of kids activities which I   
   liked to look at.  I remember a big box which dad brought home from work one   
   day, which we played in in the back yard for a while.  And I remember the   
   first day thinking that    
   when the ‘Goodies’ came on (on ABC at 6) that I would still keep on playing in   
   the box.  But I think that the others went inside when the Goodies came on,   
   and I went in shortly afterwards.  The Goodies were big to me as a kid, and so   
   was Dr Who which ABC    
   put on right after the Goodies.  They are my earliest childhood tv shows I   
   remember, alongside The ABC News at 7 (which is still the time they show it)   
   and the Saturday morning Cartoons.  I remember ‘Point of View’ which they   
   showed before the cartoons    
   at 12 which was a political commentary show.  When ‘Point of View’ came on I   
   was usually watching TV, waiting for the Cartoons.  The ‘Whacky Racers’ was a   
   show I remember, were the hero turned into a bad guy as well.  Star Wars was a   
   big thing because    
   every one was talking about it, and when what I thought was Star Wars was   
   supposed to come on TV I was broken when the blackout occurred and we missed   
   nearly all of it.  In fact it was just the Star Wars holiday special (but I   
   didn’t know at the time)    
   and perhaps it is a good thing I missed it because Mr Lucas maintains he would   
   prefer if it was totally forgotten.  I read online that some people consider   
   it Star Wars canon, because it contains plots which supposedly tie into the   
   saga (ie Chewbacca    
   visiting his family).  Later on, when I learned about confirmation names, mine   
   was going to be ‘Luke’.  It was going to be ‘Luke’ for a long time, mainly   
   because of Star Wars ‘Luke Skywalker’.  But I ended up choosing ‘Tarcisius’   
   just a few months before    
   my confirmation because I read a book in Year 6 at St Pats in Cooma in the   
   back on St Tarcisius.  I also read one on St Pancratius, but was scared of the   
   way St Pancratius died (I think he was beheaded) and preferred the death of St   
   Tarcisius.  I guess I    
   ended up choosing Tarcisius because I thought that was the spiritual thing to   
   do.   
      
   I pinched my dad’s 2 cent and 5 cent coins almost straight away from his jar,   
   because I knew they bought lollies.  I kept on pinching from mum’s purse into   
   my teens.  It was were my arcade money came from.  I was convicted a lot and   
   felt guilt, but    
   always brushed it aside.  I remember, later on in Cooma, getting busted for   
   pinching lollies from Woolworths, and they took us to the police station.  We   
   were under age and just got a warning.  It is the only time I have been to the   
   police station for    
   illegal activity.  I have never been arrested, and have worked hard to make   
   sure I won’t be.   
      
   Anyway, God dealt with the pinching gradually through my life, and I learned   
   my lesson eventually.  I do remember, though, that whenever I pinched some   
   money and mum asked who was pinching from her purse, it was normally always   
   me, but I would deny it to    
   her face.  I am not really sure if my siblings ever pinched money.  There was   
   this time, though, in Cooma, when Aunt Molly accused me of pinching a dollar,   
   but it actually wasn’t me that time.  I think she had just mislaid it.   
      
   Like ‘Swiper’ from Dora the Explorer, pinching was my main problem, but apart   
   from that, looking back, I usually feel I was a good kid with a good heart.  I   
   was usually gentle throughout my school years, and did not like fighting, and   
   was picked on    
   because of it.  I was extremely unpopular all the way through to the end of   
   year 10 at St Patrick’s, and considered the dork of the school very often.  I   
   never hated any of them, though, and occasionally had some friendships.    
   Andrew Pighin’s was a    
   friend in primary school, but an enemy in high school.  We were altar boys   
   together when we were friends, but that came to an end.  Really, apart from   
   that, I was never popular, and in high school some of the tough kids hid my   
   bag a lot (like in that    
   Shannon Noll video ‘Lift’).  It was very annoying, but I usually found my   
   bag.  Fortunately, they were never too violent towards me, usually just   
   occasionally calling me names and letting me know my place at the bottom of   
   the hierarchy.  Throughout those    
   11 years at St Pats there were a lot of hard times, but there was an   
   occasional moment here and there when things were just a bit okay.   
      
   My teachers were Mrs Macminnamin in Kindie, Sister Susan in year 1 and 2, Mrs   
   Jones in year 3, Mr McHugh in year 4 & 5, Sr Ann in year 6, and then various   
   teachers in high school.   
      
   I first went to the pre-school in Cooma north before kindie, but only   
   occasionally.  I remember a few times staying at the big house up the top of   
   crisp street at the top of the hill in Cooma – the very big mansion like one –   
   after pre-school for some    
   babysitting.  I can’t remember the people, but they had a shack were I   
   remember thinking there was a fox there.  It is a big part of my memory.  Mum   
   tells me they asked me questions but I was playing them for fools as a little   
   devil.   
      
      
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