by Brittany Franks

Created on: April 06, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

~A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words, but I Prefer Words~

"Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to" -John Ed Pearce

I grew up in Sydney with my two annoying siblings Laura and Andrew and my caring parents. The houses of Antony Place, Bella Vista, where all very old. And to tell the truth, so where the owners. But no matter how much I may have complained about having to share a room with my sister, the swimming pool being too small or the cockroaches lurking under the bed, number 28 was where I grew up and it's my favorite place in the world.

Trying to recall my first day of school would be like trying to find a red grain of sand in a desert of yellow. In fact, the only thing I can remember about kindergarten was my friend being put on detention for eating all the school pencils.

At primary school I made many friends and several enemies. The first best friend I ever had was Sophie and I remember crying into my mum's shoulder when she had to move to Queensland. Although we are still friends, our contact has grown steadily more distant.

In year 5 I met Bronte and Anna. We are still best friends today. I do not hesitate in saying camp was the best experience I had in primary school. After having my own account of the trip published in the Newsletter, it was the first time I'd ever really considered writing as a career.

It was term 4 and my sixth year at primary school. I woke up one morning feeling disgruntled and agitated. It was so annoying having to miss the last week of school! I tried to push the images of my friends at the Year 6 Farewell to the back of my mind, and focussed my attention on the load of last minute packing that had to be done. As I reached for my camera I felt a wave of excitement rush over me.
Who was I kidding? I wanted to go on this holiday. With all grumpiness gone, I pictured the seaside and started packing at top speed. I hastily threw some socks into my suitcase. Suddenly, my younger sister Laura came tearing into the room as if she wished to warn me of a fire. She shoved a bowl of cereal under my nose and darted off. But the excitement in my stomach didn't allow me to eat.

This holiday is one I'll always remember. It was absolutely wonderful however I missed my friends back in Sydney. With the prospect of never returning to primary school looming ahead and the fact that none of my friends where going to the same High School as me, I ended Primary education feeling lonely and slightly abandoned.

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