My hometown!

Hope Island was a wonderful place to grow up. It was an isolated place when I first knew it. Its rainy weather brang floods on the roads and endless days inside. Snakes played a big part in peoples lives, living in their roofs and on their front porches, no one seemed to mind. Christmas time was a big event hanging lights on the roof. Chickens roamed free from our neighbors yard and made its home our front door. Dogs would steal girls hats as they were getting into the car and run up the long drive way with them in her mouth, in a playful way. Parties were big and nights were long and filled with laughter, sitting around that big old fire, warm and cozy. Swimming played a big part in peoples lives, my sisters and I would literally spend all day in the pool until a storm came bringing with it lighting. Sunny days were long, wonderful and hot! Kids would chase their shadows around on their front lawn. Cicadas would chirp all through the night along with their friends the green tree frogs. We would wake up some mornings to find a surprise in the dogs water bowl, a little green tree frog taking a nap. Trips in the tinnie on the creek would last long, cruising up and down on the waves. Fishing all day with some Pasito. Days spent in the upstairs playroom were lost and went to fast. Endless hours spent at the piano learning new songs of by heart. Kids would bike ride or roller blade up and down their drive ways, wearing gum boots all day if you let them, but mum would call "lunch" and we would hurry inside. I was proud of being a country girl and not to keen to move to the city, but we were to far away from school. Snakes, spiders and insects didn't seem to bother me back then. I learnt to play the piano, bike ride, roller blade, fish, swing on swings along with many other things at Hope Island and it will always be my hometown.

Shelby :)