A Memory

On one of our recent trips to Melbourne we started looking through old photo’s.

I was looking for a particular photo of me as a kid that is a spitting image of Kayla.

I couldn’t find the photo, but the memories that were brought up looking at the old photo’s, oh what’s not to love.

From photo’s of bad hair cuts, to daggy dresses, to weight gain, weight loss.  You name it, it was there.

These photo’s haven’t been scanned yet, so hence a photo of a photo, but they still tell a story.


Mat 5

I’m 5 in this photo.  I know this because my 4th Birthday I had at Kinda.

We were living in Mt Newman, a small mining town in WA.

I remember swinging on the clothes line.

I remember that the trampoline broke and it was up against a tree in the back yard, which we converted into a chubby house.

I remember playing at the high school (as it was over the road from out house), on the weekends.

I remember we randomly opened a combination lock of one of the lockers.

I remember my friends Mark, Anya & my BF Kellie.

Those were the days.

In this photo I see my daughter Kayla.


Sleeping Mat

It’s funny the things you remember.

I don’t remember the teddy I’m sleeping on.

Or the pj’s.

I do remember the bed sheets, and the blanket.

Which I still have by the way, blanket that is.

It’s in this photo I see my son Miles.