PROSE WRITING TOPIC: A memorable event in my backyard I was 3 years of age when we first moved from New Zealand to our new residence on the corner of Binowee and Arcola Streets, Aspley. Nestled on a quaint 24 perches, my backyard consisted of all 4 sides of my house. In my mind this was so. There was no real front yard, therefore, no real backyard for that matter. I, at the tender age of 6, presumed that …showed first 75 words of 1094 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1094 total…for wear, but determined, next time – to stop in time! Matt and I spent the remainder of the day flying over the jump, again and again. I think why I remember this day so clearly or most of my days between the ages of 4 and 9 for that matter, is because it was a time of innocence, a time where we lived in an insulated world – without the worries – without the frenzy and without the evil.