I live in the Pitcairn Islands. You've probably never heard of it.
Life is quite simple here. You are born in a middle-class family, like every Pitcairn child. You are home-schooled how to weave bamboo baskets, like every Pitcairn child. When you grow up, you marry somebody next door...
...like every single Pitcairn child.
Come on, Fletcher! Dinner's ready!
A few days ago, this fishing-boat sailed by one of our islands, and exchanged a few goods with my parents and neighbors.
And as usual, the money earned was divided equally among the ten Pitcairn families
One sailor gave me a fancy book as a gift - he told me it's called a magazine.
The pictures in the magazine have tall buildings and lots of cars.