There was no internet for me, growing up. When I was 10, we moved to a place on the edge of the main suburbs, backing onto bushland, in Australia, with massive mountains surrounding us, so much wildlife and moss and so many species of flora. And! There was an old broken, partly abandoned chook shed, with a creaky door. The place was magical. We took all the buckets we could find, me, my sister and all my cousins, mostly all girls, (the two youngest were boys, we included them too) would make huge concoctions with moss and the varying brush species around. We would send off parties to gather supplies for the steeping concoctions. We would pretend we had gone on massive journeys with battles, to gather the vital life saving precious flowers or interesting twigs. We’d be at it all day. When we weren’t doing that, I would be off hiking in the mountains, by myself, just for fun.
There was no internet for me, growing up. When I was 10, we moved to a place on the edge of the main suburbs, backing onto bushland, in Australia, with massive mountains surrounding us, so much wildlife and moss and so many species of flora. And! There was an old broken, partly abandoned chook shed, with a creaky door. The place was magical. We took all the buckets we could find, me, my sister and all my cousins, mostly all girls, (the two youngest were boys, we included them too) would make huge concoctions with moss and the varying brush species around. We would send off parties to gather supplies for the steeping concoctions. We would pretend we had gone on massive journeys with battles, to gather the vital life saving precious flowers or interesting twigs. We’d be at it all day. When we weren’t doing that, I would be off hiking in the mountains, by myself, just for fun.