Gold

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Published 2010

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I could hardly wait to spring out of bed in the mornings, onto my two-wheeler down the drive. We played circus over Dixie’s kennel and brushed Sumpi till she shone. Later were water-drinking competitions and just about anything else that came into our lush minds. Sometimes it was just such a drag to come in for a meal... we far preferred to take our plates to the shelter that the tree had made into a cave for us — or under the weeping willow. We didn’t really mind if it was real parmesan — it was the shapes and the flavours that could carry us away and link arms with our fairies. I watch that same energy in my children, their days just tinged with trust and newness and full of spontaneous wonder, miracle and flowing along with whatever is happening. Sitting on hilltops and dreaming of being kings in other places.