6. Bread
Milk, juice, chips, bread. Milk, juice, chips, bread. Scott repeated his shopping list mantra over and over as he pedalled towards the store. Once he built up enough speed, the dynamo on the rear wheel took over and he was gliding.
In his mind, he was gliding too. He was high up above the sweeping Kansas farmland, twisting and diving through cloud, his silver aeroplane glinting in the sunlight. He hopped off his bike and obediently did his errands but his mind was really in the skies.
He was half a mile away when he realised he'd forgotten the bread.
7. Fish
It was now or never. Gordon stood on the starting block, poised, ready.
Yet he wasn't.
He glanced up at the mosaic crowd. His brothers and father and grandmother were there.
He inhaled the chlorine. The felt the cheers, the lapping of the pool, the pressure. He was only seventeen. Could he do this? Could he bring gold back for the USA?
That's my boy, my little fish. His mother's words echoed in his mind and as he flew through the water, he knew she was right beside him. When he received his medal, she was right beside him too.
8. Race
In the moment, there was nothing else but the race. He had speed. He trusted in his own ability. He had one of the best cars in the world.
But most importantly, he knew that his family were out there, waiting for him to cross the finish line. His father would have thrilled eyes but tight lips, fearful but proud. His brothers would be eating Red Dye No. 3 hot dogs and cheering from the stands. His grandmother would be the loudest cheer of all.
"You can do it, kid!"
He could do it. And time and again, he did.
9. Poor
I don't remember much about my early days. It's a blur of sagging high-rise apartment blocks and shacks on stilts and open sewers and the fear that one day the monsoon would take everything away.
Inevitably, it did.
In one torrent I lost Bapa and Ibu, Datuk and Nenek. All I was left with was my bapa saudara – an uncle that I barely knew, who had flown in from London.
"Come along, Tanusha. I'm taking you away from all this."
He grabbed my hand; it wasn't like Bapa's touch. My uncle's grip was cold.
But I didn't have a choice.
*Bapa: father
*Ibu: mother
*Datuk: grandfather
*Nenek: grandmother
*Bapa saudara: uncle
10. Rich
I am a rich man. There is no denying that.
My life is full of treasure, and some of that treasure takes pride-of-place on my desk.
Scott's gleaming pilot's wings. A signed edition of John's first book. Virgil's award-winning self-portrait. A photograph of Gordon at the top of the Olympic podium, clutching gold. Alan at the top of another podium, a runaway winner of his first grand prix. And not least of all, a photograph of all six of my children, my adopted daughter Tanusha in the middle, grinning.
I am a very rich man. There is no denying that.