When I was a kid I loved to make things.

My mum saved all the toilet rolls and jam jars. I watched every episode of Art Attack and Tony Hart.

In 1992, all those loo roles finally became useful when I created Tracy Island, the Thunderbird’s home and hideaway, alongside Anthea Turner and thousands of crafty children tuning into Blue Peter.

(If you’re interested, here’s the YouTube video).

Then, I guess I grew up…

Boys replaced my enthusiasm for paper-mâché.

Recording the top forty was way cooler than creating things from old cardboard boxes, but deep-down my passion for creation never disappeared.

“They” say, one of the best ways to find our passion as an adult is to remember what made us happy as a child.

Before our parents pushed their dreams on us.

Before we felt the need to fit in, to be the cool kid.

As we grow older, we undoubtedly acquire more responsibility and this is only natural, but with more responsibility comes more pressure and sometimes, we let this pressure build and build until we’re no longer doing anything that makes us happy anymore.

Every adult was once a child. That child’s still there somewhere inside of us just waiting to pick up a paintbrush, dance around the living room or make an island out of toilet rolls. Let them!