Kirsty Catania, 32, Carlingford, NSW.
Sitting cross-legged on the verandah, I took a bite of my Vegemite sandwich.
My sisters Crystal, seven, and Samantha, six, and brother Nathan, four, happily munched away beside me at our home in Bacchus Marsh, Vic.
It was November 1997 and at five years old, all I wanted to do was play in the yard.
Stuffing the sandwich in my mouth, I headed to the garden bed to pick flowers.
“Careful, Kirsty, the evil magpie’s watching you,” Crystal warned, pointing towards the black and white bird that had been terrorising walkers and bike riders by our house. “Dad said we have to stay out of the garden.”
But with the flower beds just a few steps away, I ignored her.
“Kirsty, Kirsty! The magpie’s gonna…
