I have very fond memories of my childhood. Growing up, we lived out of town on 10 acres. My older brother and I spent days swimming in the dam, setting traps for lobbys and enjoying as much of the outdoors as we could.
When I sat down to right this post, so many little memories came popping back.
I remember sneaking to the fridge to scrape the fresh cream off the bucket of milk that Dad had gotten from our cow Goldie. I remember not caring if chook poop squished between my toes as I did my afternoon chores of collecting the eggs. I realise how lucky I was to have so many rich experiences. We never visited a petting zoo-we practically had one at home. From seeing a calf being pushed into this world, wet and gooey and watch it take its first incredibly wobbly steps to helping chicks peck their way out of their eggs and feel their soft fluffiness on my cheek. I can also tell you that chooks really CAN run around headless!!! We grew up knowing bon-fires, camping, fishing, wading in flood waters as the weir overflowed, catching tadpoles, freedom and respect for our parents. So many of these things I want for our son.
When it came to school I loved it. Our primary school was small. About 60 kids all up and everybody knew everybody. We would ride our bikes down to the corner and leave them in the gutter while we waited for the bus. Winter and rainy days were the worst-not because of the cold or rain, but because of the leeches that flicked up off the road! I made my first friend on that bus. She had the longest hair I had ever seen, a thick fringe cut to her eyebrows and as I recently told her-she is my oldest friend!
As much as I had such a wonderful childhood, there were other bits that certainly weren't as fun. Constant trips to the bathroom, diarrhea, stomach pains coupled with my Mum's quest to find out what was 'wrong' with her daughter….
Until next time, take care x
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