‘Breathe, breathe in the air. Don’t be afraid to care. Leave but don’t leave me. Look around and choose your own ground. Long you live and high you fly And smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be. ‘ When I was a very small girl, my Dad took all of us children up in a little Cessna aeroplane above the Mallee town of our childhood. I can only imagine our mothers trepidation, to place us into the hands of the large sky above. My Dad, who bought his first family home with the proceeds from an antique bottle collection gleaned from a golden ghost town, my dad, who had…