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Growing up in the suburbs and best friends.

February 27, 2018

Dog Quote: ‘Everyone thinks they have the best dog, and none of them are wrong’

 

Word of the week: Rewarding; providing satisfaction; gratifying. “owning a dog can be hugely rewarding” Synonyms: pleasing, fulfilling, enriching, beneficial, worthwhile, fruitful, valuable.

 

Brisbane’s north side suburbs stretched way out 50km to Morayfield in the 80’s. The commute along the Bruce Highway to access work, shopping centres and the even the movies became a common ritual for many growing families including my own. Back then I recall a lot of cow grazing paddocks as far as the eye could see, as the area was then known for its local diary industry Caboolture Milk.

 

Our estate “Wimbledon Park” was at the most southern housing development along Morayfield and the first to go ahead in the area. The closest housing estate to us was “Brodie’s Estate” about 2kms north across bushland with dirt bike tracks cut across it. With no neighbours (no fences!) and surrounded by bushland for the first few years it was magical watching the kangaroos spring by in the fresh mornings tucking into the healthy grass shoots for breakfast, helping dad establish new garden beds or building BBQ’s and pergolas for when family friends visited.

 

I would follow my older siblings, as best as I could, for walks across the road to catch guppies in puddles, be chased by plovers or ride our bikes in the dirt. Eventually I was old enough to go to the local kindy/primary school and I got to meet a whole host of new friends. To this day I’m still thrilled keep in contact with quite a few of them, even if it is sometimes only on Facebook and I cherish the comradery the core of my cohort displayed from Grade One right through to Grade Twelve.

 

My very first and very dearest best friend Raelene (Ralz)… what a women! The complete opposite in physical features and feistiness! In my mind at the time and still today, Raelene oozed of something magical, something wild and someone you just wanted to be around added with a special touch warmth. The day in grade one when our mutual best friend Bahia left our pack (her family moved away), was the day Raelene and I were left to our own devices. I even recall feeling at such a young age not being worthy of knowing someone so extraordinary but I had to prove my worth to be by her side and not let us be down about our loss of a great mate.

 

Ralz with the beautiful flaming red hair and freckles and me blonde hair and tanned skin spent practically every day together for 5 years! We would ride our bikes together through the scrub to visit each other (Ralz lived in Brodie’s Estate), go to birthday parties together, get in trouble at school together and just generally have a bunch of fun with whatever our imaginations and environment allowed. 

 But in Grade 5 that changed, with our teacher Mr Faucet declaring that we were ‘too chatty’ for his class so he sent Ralz away to another class, not good! It didn’t deter us it just broadened our horizons, we got to know new people and make new friends than this made our little possie of two grow exponentially (more than just our immediate classmates) which was wonderful. We already had loads of friends we enjoyed hanging out with but it really made us respect everyone’s amazing attributes that extra bit more. I value all the lessons learned and the friendships made in primary school especially my year level, so many genuinely wonderful people who made my childhood that much more exceptional to look back on. Oh and the teachers! Sasha M, Sacha R, Regan W, Chantal D, Shantel G, Katrina L, Katie L, William Mc, Gus C, Lincoln B, Corey W, Nakia G, Kierin N, Clinton W, Laurance B, Kirsty F.

 

Who are your best friends?

 

Thank you for reading, Join me next time,

 

xox Bec Mc

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