A likely Australian story

I was recently on my way to a show with Frank Celenza (drummer) and a conversation started regarding how I came to be where I am. As I was explaining to Frank it came to mind that he was enthralled with this topic. I decided that I would share it with the world in the hope that it may strike a chord with someone who knows someone who chooses to ignore my existence.
There are three people that I am aware of that may come across this blog and even if they choose not to contact me they may at least post a response as to why they choose to maintain there anonymity.
I was born in a suburb of Sydney called Blacktown a place I know little about, my father was a musician and my mother was in the Army (where she met my father). It is important to note however that my mother had joined the army shortly after leaving school and had been shipped to Sydney where she was posted (thereabouts) for a period of 4 - 5 years. She left behind the love of her life to pursue her vocation in the forces. Sometime into her duty she met my father and began a relationship with him, unbeknown to her at the time he was married. Sometime into the relationship my mother became aware of the marital status of my father but as she had already developed substantial feelings for him and stayed with him. Eventually she fell pregnant, and with the promises of a commitment from my father in which involved him leaving his wife and family my mother chose to stay. A short time after my birth it became apparent to my mother that my father was not going to leave his family, this brought about her decision to return to her home in Western Australia.
On her arrival back in her hometown her life long love was there at the airport to greet her and her extra baggage; me. He had not been previously informed of this extra baggage and as you can imagine was surprised at the least. In the true fashion of the meaning of the word love this did not change his view of her and he did not so much as blink at the concept of taking me on board as part of the package. He was just happy to have his best friend home and back in his life. So began my life on the west coast of Australia.
At around the age of five I started banging on things and screaming as I am sure most 5 year olds do, however the noise never stopped. I can avidly remember aspirations of being a singer/musician as early as six years old, sadly for my parents this never subdued. Through countless hours of pointless piano lessons and never ending voicing’s of my opinions on the piano and how the drums would be much better suited to a child of the seventies, my mother persisted with my piano lessons. The progress was slow and painful, however it never diluted my desire to perform and communicate. This created many problems for my family as if you can imagine having a junior 'Robbie Williams' in a community of around 200 we were soon the avoidable family.
Our family grew with the birth of my sister in 1976 and this cemented us as a family I knew this was where I was going to be for very long time. All the while, I think I was expecting to return to the airport and go home. Little did I realize that as far as my mother was concerned we were home and this was our family?
The next few years were filled with sleepless nights laying on my farmhouse bed listening to the passing traffic on highway number 1 (which travels all the way around Australia) knowing that one day I would be back on that road heading back to my home; where ever that was. To be continued ……