Every autumn, Dad and Mum picked berries while my brother and I, with our sieves, fished for yabbies and tadpoles. Once caught, we placed them in our glass jars to take home as pets. I liked to watch my tadpoles slowly turn into frogs, if they didn’t die or get eaten by our cats first.Read more "Story Behind the Painting (10)"
Only a minute, that’s all it took. A shiny brown rock caught my attention. Then it hopped.Read more "PERSPECTIVES: LOST"
I Threw the Book Back at the Teacher Mrs. Cranky (not her real name), our relief teacher looked like she’d stepped out of a Dickens’ tale—that’s what I remember of her from when I was in Grade 1. At the age of six, to me, she appeared so old, as though she […]Read more "SCHOOL DAYS: DISCIPLINE"