Category Archives: childhood
Me when I’ve been elsewhere
The first holiday I can remember was to a tiny beach town called Robe in South Australia. I think I must have been around eight years old – Mum and Dad had booked this holiday house for a week or … Continue reading
A picture I can’t see clearly
Sometimes when I think of my future, I see a picture. It’s a picture of a house, but not really a whole house, more the sense of a house. Like when I’m walking down a street at night, I can’t … Continue reading
