When i turn back time...
I am eight years old,
Im in Whangamata.
The road is covered in meleting
tar and people on bikes.
The noise of birds chirping is peaceful,
and we sometimes take bread out to the front lawn and feed them.
Everywhere there is a hum of a bird and a ring of a bike bell.
Its nearly time to go fishing.
Its boiling outside now.
The sun is beaming down on us wildy on the back of our neck,
Like the warm burning oven in our kitchen.
Everything feels like a hot steaming fire and surprisingly quiet.
Nana calls from the boat,
" Time to go my little my pet."
I quickly run down to Grandad's Ute.
The Boat is carefullly hooked on.
Nana helps me up gently onto the back of the Ute and we set off.
All ready to go fishing.
I love my granndparents!
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