Big dollop of Sentimental Tam
Meeting old childhood friends by chance is always such a delight. Yesterday morning I ran into Rebecca for the second time since I've started my clinical work experience in Footscray. Every time I'm peering into her face, memories of long-gone afternoons drenched in sun and laughter come flooding back. It was always just her, Kristy, my sister and I. Sometimes their nonna would join in too:
Playing cubby houses till dusk; pillaging the garden beds and making daisy chains; adding dirt to the water in the toddlers blow-up pool to play in; chasing and annoying Rusty the dog and Cougar the cat; laughing when a fish would come flying out of the pond, past Kristy's ear, land on the table and Cougar would be found sitting guiltily next to the pond; taking turns to beat each other at table tennis in the garage; racing through the house playing our violent version of 44 Seek; bashing out the new tunes we'd recently learned on the piano; stickytaping bottles to their lemon tree to try and make a lemon grow inside of one; lounging around on lazy, hot, summer afternoons in front of the telliebox; eating two types of desserts for afternoon tea; evening rollerblading and bike rides after school..
I recall at one stage we started our little secret society, and began recruiting people from our own circle of friends at school. Of course there was much dispute over various ideas for it, and the group disintegrated before we even got to our first meeting. Oh how Rebecca would throw a tantrum, slam doors and sulk in her bedroom after those arguments!
And there she is in front of me, a mature woman. It's the same face but now she has a determined but calm air about her. It very much tickles me to remember her in yesteryears.
Playing cubby houses till dusk; pillaging the garden beds and making daisy chains; adding dirt to the water in the toddlers blow-up pool to play in; chasing and annoying Rusty the dog and Cougar the cat; laughing when a fish would come flying out of the pond, past Kristy's ear, land on the table and Cougar would be found sitting guiltily next to the pond; taking turns to beat each other at table tennis in the garage; racing through the house playing our violent version of 44 Seek; bashing out the new tunes we'd recently learned on the piano; stickytaping bottles to their lemon tree to try and make a lemon grow inside of one; lounging around on lazy, hot, summer afternoons in front of the telliebox; eating two types of desserts for afternoon tea; evening rollerblading and bike rides after school..
I recall at one stage we started our little secret society, and began recruiting people from our own circle of friends at school. Of course there was much dispute over various ideas for it, and the group disintegrated before we even got to our first meeting. Oh how Rebecca would throw a tantrum, slam doors and sulk in her bedroom after those arguments!
And there she is in front of me, a mature woman. It's the same face but now she has a determined but calm air about her. It very much tickles me to remember her in yesteryears.