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On Christmas Day my grandmother picked me up from the train station and drove me to my parents' place. As we turned into the driveway, parrots flew up and my horse was standing in the pasture of one of the front paddocks droopy-lipped with contentment.
I practiced my archery, rode my horse, almost knocked a nesting crested pigeon out of the paperbark tree while playing cricket with my brother, had a water fight with my brother and picked mulberries and apricots on a 37 Celsius degree day to make jam. Yum!
I practiced my archery, rode my horse, almost knocked a nesting crested pigeon out of the paperbark tree while playing cricket with my brother, had a water fight with my brother and picked mulberries and apricots on a 37 Celsius degree day to make jam. Yum!