Surviving My Childhood Unsupervised

Just a skateboard, a Styrofoam box, and a walkie talkie.

Steve Perryman grew up in ’80s Sydney, where the snakes were venomous, the games were homemade, and “duty of care” hadn’t been invented yet.

He built a climbing device that nearly took out half his schoolyard. He tied a rope to a cliff and called it a swing. He launched himself off the top platform at the local pool and got it spectacularly, unforgettably wrong.

Somehow, none of it killed him. This book is the proof.

Told as a string of laugh-out-loud, self-contained disasters, Surviving My Childhood Unsupervised is what happens when one kid has a lot of dumb ideas and no adult around to stop him.

Funny, heartfelt and completely unhinged, it’s the book for anyone who grew up when the only real rule was: “Don’t tell Mum.”