As my hair dances with the wind, the weaving of the world takes my breath away, once again ‘Leneth, not so loud please’, is a sentence I used to hear at least once a day when I was younger. Ever since I could speak, I have had a loud voice - from a screeching, high-pitch to (now, I’d like to think) strong and out-there. And from a young age, I have learnt that that was a bad thing. I wasn’t the only one - my dad’s side of the family was known for their volume. And what my 10-year-old[...]