Karen Tayleur was a child of the bleached open spaces of Melbourne's western suburbs. It was the sixties. neighbours looked out for each other and kids played on the road because cars would stop.
At the age of 12, her family moved to the leafy green eastern suburbs. Her friends warned her not to bung on any airs and graces. There were no thistle paddocks in the East. The lawns were neater. Neighbours kept to themselves. High school was a bewildering range of choices and faces: of who was in and who wasn't. She hovered on the periphery of the In Girls, but never bothered to go there. Now her children are teenagers. And, from what she can see, life really hasn't changed that much...
