As my Father left the Royal Australian Air Force, we left Wagga Wagga and headed up north to be close to my Grandfather.I still remember traveling up a narrow dirt road at 6 years old, not confident that I would enjoy a change to the country. My family still remind me that I was barely game enough to put a toe on the ground for fear of stepping on cow manure and a rustle in the grass made me shed seven layers of skin in seconds!
It didn’t take me long to find my feet and lay my heart in the hands of our land.
I spent 11 years of my childhood in this home on a country road and home is what it will always be. Mum and Dad still live their to this day and as the apple does not fall far from the tree, I have settled with my husband Kirk and 3 kids in tow only a couple of minutes down the road.
As it is often said, this life is a journey, a road we travel on. We choose its direction, left and right, up and down. The road I travel is a dirt one, stripped bare of materialistic layers, I walk a simple path. Yet here, there is so much to see. Children choosing the wonders of the outdoors over technology, the pure smells that drift in each gust of wind, the constant greetings from shop keepers as we stroll down each street.
Yes, I choose to walk on a country road.
Yes, I choose to walk on a country road.
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