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This is where I grew up,easy page to do, always so much to write about, journalling is as follows: I grew up in Johns Street. Sounds like any old street doesn't it, and essentially it was. It was a neighbourhood of mainly young families back in the day when you couldactually afford to buy a house. We lived next door to the Bradshaws, I remember them moving in, well I remember Belinda calling out to mefrom behind the fence and I ran inside. Too shy for that kind of business. That shyness quickly dissolved and I remember summer after summer after summer with Belinda, Joe, Sam and Justin and of course Gareth. You know what was cool, spending all summer just in togs and jandals, who needs clothes! I remember being annoyed at Mum when she would tell me to put my shorts and t-shirt on to bike down to Dudley pool, I thought that was pretty unreasonable. It was wonderful growing up next door to someone who was exactly the same age. We learnt to ride bikes at the same time, we learnt to rollerskate. We would make mud pies in Mum's vege garden and try and feed them to the small kids in the neighbourhood. Belinda and Joe had one of those para pools and it was worth it's weight in gold. We would make whirl pools and have races and we would laze around carefree on the trampoline and sometimes wake up rather sunburnt. I loved the slip in slide Mum and Dad made us, out of black pvc lined with bricks to hold it down, the hose and sunlight liquid. I stubbed my toe many a time on those bricks but it was still the best invention ever. Gareth and I would make endless huts in the backyard, we would physically drag anything out of the house and garage that Mum would let us and then of course I would have to drag my dolls and toys out there too. Gareth had one of those banana seat bikes I thought they were ridiculous even then. That from a girl who thought the hula hoop was an amazing idea. Belinda and I would pretend we were in dukes of hazard and climb in and out the car windows. There was the tiniest ramp down from our garage and we thought it was death defying going down there on rollerskates, sometimes belinda would tie a cushion to her butt. Everytime I think of that house my mind is flooded with memories, all good, all fun, all carefree, what a childhood I had!


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