I carry my books in a backpack, which I strap around my waist and my chest. Those straps were way too nerdy to use in high school but now that I’m more mature and self-confident, I’m not afraid to clip them in. They’re really handy for distributing the weight around my little frame.

So you’ll find me zooming around Cambridge with this backpack strapped around my body. The other day, though, I was riding to my dance lesson. All I had was a bag for my dance shoes, which I had tied around my handlebars.

I felt unusually free — and vulnerable. After a while, I realised that I felt bad for not wearing my seatbelt. Of course, the ‘seatbelt’ sensation usually comes from wearing my backpack.