Do you know your dad's sperm count? Because I do. And I was asked about it live, on national TV, starting at the age of 4.

I had become famous for reasons that should have been strictly personal. My dad was infertile, and my mum couldn't conceive due to a hysterectomy. Not one to be dissuaded by the impossible, in 1986, my dad suggested to my mum that they try to have a child anyway. He wanted to combine in vitro fertilization with surrogacy, which sounds like no big deal until you realize that, at the time, it just wasn't a thing. It would become the subject of fierce political debate in the years after.

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Still, they had a willing surrogate -- my aunt Linda -- and they made it happen. It turns out this was a huge deal -- my family has had to tell this story publicly ever since the media somehow found out about me shortly before I was born. If you haven't seen the headlines, you've probably read about me in your biology textbook.

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So, just to make it clear: I was the product of my mother's egg, a sperm donor, and my aunt's womb. You might think this last part would be very confusing to a kid ("Isn't your "mother" the woman you popped out of? Do you have two moms?"), but I'm no closer to Linda than I am to my other aunt. And because it's been talked to death both in my family and in public (more on that in a moment), that's just a part of the story. It was never a secret.

What I sometimes get hung up on is the sperm donation part, because that was more of a mystery to me. The nice man who wanked in a cup to create me didn't want his family to know and didn't especially want me to find out who he was. Still, I figured it out when I was 12 because I was going through a private detective phase, and my mum is a sucker for my puppy dog eyes. He knows I know, but we've never sat down and discussed it.

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This sticking point is why I always say that if you're planning on having kids in an unusual way, make sure you tell them constantly, so it becomes boring, normal, irritating, and not a potential emo song lyric when they're teenagers. I wasn't especially angsty about any of it (we really are the happy poster family for assisted reproductive technology, or ART), but there were a couple of truly awful poems written about it all when I was 15. Aside from the natural curiosity any kid would have, there's the fact that the circumstances of my birth were the subject of international headlines. It was kind of hard to avoid. Speaking of which ...

Until I was about 6, I just assumed every kid was on the news for their birthday. When I discovered they weren't, I assumed that meant I was famous. At that age, you don't know the difference between being famous in a way people care about and just being a human interest story people are mildly interested in, so you kind of act like an arsehole for a while. The media attention made me feel like I was an impressive trailblazer, rather than just the child who showed up at the end, after all the hard work had been done.

On more than one occasion, the Channel Nine News helicopter came to my small town to cover my story. Having a helicopter bring a camera crew to film you, when it would have been a simple one-hour drive by car, is a surefire way to feel like a rock star. You can imagine the effect this has on a kid -- at least child movie stars had to get good at acting first.

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School is where my arseholery would shine. I would say stupid things such as "I'm famous, you know, you should be my friend." Or, I would be featured in a special edition of Who Magazine, and I would encourage some parents of my friends to buy it as a collector's edition. My mum and Linda wrote a book about my birth, and, after signing some copies on the weekend, I came back to school and gave my autograph to a teacher. I thought that's what people wanted from me. It's amazing that I wasn't popular with the other kids.

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I generally understood the difference between real fame and "being born that one time" fame by the time I had finished fourth grade. Once high school hits and you're no longer cute enough for magazines, but still do the occasional morning show, speak at medical conferences, and write for medical journals, you have another problem: being in the textbooks.

I was in the high school legal and biology textbooks for years nine and 10, so there were a few times when my friends would study me in class -- luckily, without having to physically dissect me. I didn't take those classes (though, looking back, I totally should have, as I would have done well in at least one of the essays), but, every now and then, a teacher would raise the idea of me talking to a class. I was OK with giving talks about my birth, but it did sometimes create a disconnect between me and the other kids. One time, a boy started shouting at me, "Test tube kid! Test tube kid!' (Yes, this was a 16 year old.) I just replied, "Yeah? Well, your parents had sex." Again: Nobody wants to think about where they came from.

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Yeah, this brings us to the ugly side of my story. If you don't see why anyone would be creeped out by a "test tube" or IVF surrogate baby, imagine what kind of shit the first human clone will have to deal with in the future. Where science advances, you'll always have those who are terrified that we are "playing God."

A few of the schools I attended were very religious, and some religious people are very anti-IVF and believe that kids conceived through ART aren't people in the eyes of God. Weirdly enough, those people were always very nice to my face. There was one guy in particular who was really vocal about it in the newspapers and on TV, calling our surrogate a prostitute and saying I would be a mixed-up, ruined kid. But, whenever we saw him, he was just really friendly.

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Even in high school, when my religious education teacher was teaching the class that ART kids aren't people, she tried to be nice about it. She simply insisted that it was in the textbook and the belief of the church, and you couldn't pick and choose what you believed when it came to religion. Not teaching beyond what's written in the textbook is a time-honored tradition among lazy teachers, so I don't hold a grudge against her.

All of that gave me a view into how the journalism process worked. I could see how the questions and answers were culled to become a written piece, I learned what people were trying to get out of an interview with me, and I saw how often they royally fucked up and made stuff up. I also saw how many hours and hours and hours of footage were condensed into a two-minute news report, how photo shoots for a half-page piece could take a half-day, and, by 6 years old, I had worked out what kinds of answers would definitely make the final written piece and how I could word others to be rejected.

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It wound up being a very valuable education -- I ended up going into journalism as a career. (I'm actually not the only "first baby" who went into journalism -- see Candice Reed, Australia's first IVF baby.) I'm a video game reviewer, newspaper columnist, and freelance entertainment journalist, and pretty much all of my training came from people who thought my conception was weird. One of my earliest memories is of someone on TV saying, "Alice Kirkman is a child many believe should never have been born." Trust me, that's pretty good preparation for the kind of feedback you get as a woman reviewing video games.

So, while it's nice to be known for something other than my unusual conception and birth, the reality is ...