Well, Jaci is gonna laugh at this one. Writing my autobiography has reminded me of a very strange incident. I was still in grade six, and I was on my way home from school when I saw some of my usual tormentors, but this time they had friends. Friends on bikes. Friends with knives, chains, and baseball bats.

I ran for my life, and somehow managed to get to my door ahead of them. I called the police, and decided I would do something rather stupid - I opened my door and told them the police were on their way.

Most of them decided to take off, and five minutes later the police showed up as the last of the gang slunk away. The policeman told me I should have stayed inside, and to just call if this happened again.

It wasnt until he left that I realized he had been calling me “miss”....

See why Jaci is gonna laugh at me?