One thing I need to be wary of in my memoir is assuming that the idiosyncrasies of the world I grew up in were the same as other people’s.
At seven, I was forced to move to the Northern Territory, Australia – a world far removed from the southern state I’d come from, not only in distance, but also in environment. Not only was the soil a different colour, the flora strange, and the fauna downright dangerous, people did things in an altogether different way.
While it’s easy for me to describe the different way things were done by others, it’s harder to apply a critical eye to myself and my ways. How arrogant would it be to assume my ways are familiar to readers?
Sandy Blackburn-Wright in Holding Up the Sky describes how women in South Africa don’t ride horses, and contrasts it with the nugget that in Australia, men ride less than women.
This contrast allows us to see the strangeness of another culture regardless of where we’re from.