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The inner child

Kate

I’m not sure that I’m qualified to say what I was like as a child. I think I was a pretty awesome little kid. Maybe I was a tiny bit stubborn and potentially had anger issues but I know for a fact that I was hilarious and entertaining. My view of me as a child is probably slightly skewed as I just remember the nice, crazy fun parts. Endless summers, strawberries, sticky buns, mess and laughter. I don’t ever remember thinking, “What am I like?” “What is this life?” “Why am I mixing talcum powder and cucumber in this pestle … Continue reading The inner child

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What’s that smell?

Kate

The power of a scent, fragrance or aroma is incredible to me. It can make you recoil in horror, make you feel happy and warm and it can recall upon memories that you didn’t even know you had. The smell of bacon wafting through the house reminds me of Sunday mornings when I was a child. My Mum would be in the kitchen, singing, cooking breakfast. My Dad would be in the front room listening to some awesome music, 10CC, Creedence Clearwater Revival…and my brother and I would be wandering around being cute. Moth balls. Admittedly these do not have … Continue reading What’s that smell?

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Poetry rewrite..

Kate

  Here is a poem from one of my favourite books of poetry, which I have had since I was a child, The Fireside Book of David Hope 1984. Mary Rebecca has a special friend whom none of us can see, She always gets invited when Rebecca comes for tea; She doesn’t like to wash her hands and never eats her bread, And always wants to start to talk while grace is being said. When the meal is over she’s the first one out to play, She hurries from the table without asking if she may; She likes to play at hide … Continue reading Poetry rewrite..