Our family left Ireland during The Troubles. It was a difficult decision, as my mum’s one of ten and my dad’s one of seven, so to leave that huge support system wasn’t easy. At that time, I was 8. I don’t remember much, but apparently a lot of Catholic and Protestant people were murdered in my town, and Dad saw a lot of people being kneecapped by the IRA. My primary school was even blown up one night because it was next to a police station. Finally, my parents decided to immigrate to Australia to . . .