Short Story 3: Now and Then

The small town of Milton was an adventure to the three year old me. The chooks pecking at the pebble path and the sheep in the paddock out the back of our small country home. The five minute walk up the hill in high heel shoes, nick-named "clip clop" shoes for the sound they make, pram and dolly in tow, to collect the mail.

I used to love the smell of the morning air, the brisk winter evenings and the constant bustle. The field across the road in which, grew the most delicious and juicy mushrooms you ever ate. Dad and I used to spend hours picking them to bring them home and eat them for dinner.