Day Six

DAY 06: EARLIEST THING YOU REMEMBER

The earliest thing I can remember is walking on our farm, from the main house to the small cottage that was at the entrance of the property. My uncle and his girlfriend, now my aunty, lived in the small cottage and I used to walk my little four year old legs up the impossibly long drive way every afternoon so I could pick a new stuffed toy from my aunty's ridicously big collection of toys to sleep with that night. My favourite one was the minnie mouse from Orlando, Disneyland. I think that adventure used to make me feel bigger and tougher as it was the one place in the world I was allowed to wonder to alone and pick what I liked. It was also something special I still share with my aunty and uncle, my rocks in life.