Telling Tales

Mandy Clarke 35 – 50

When I was a child in primary school, school holidays always meant a long trip to the South East. My Auntie and Uncle had a farm in Mount Burr. It was always green and lush. A couple of the farm paddocks were often underwater. My cousins made a raft and we would spend hours out on the ‘swam’. I would always have wet feet or soaked shoes. I asked Mum whether I could wear her rubber boots. She agreed but told me not to lose them. Of course I did manage to lose one that was never found.