Thursday 9 March 2017

Memoir About My Town

The town was usual enough; it had a lone cemetery where sad families would come to visit, a compact stone church with beautifully designed stained glass windows, a decent sized domain where all different kinds of sports would meet, and a classic old style dairy where kids would buzz in and buzz out like honey bees.

My friends and I did what girls do- scooter down to the dairy and trying to hoon back home before our parents noticed we were gone, jump over the old fence to go and have a run around at the Pony Club while we would wait for our brothers to finish playing rugby, and climbed up the tallest trees at school and hide in the leaves so the teachers wouldn't spot us like hawks.

Maybe we were more adventurous than most girls!

But we were doing nothing important.

By Nina

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