Thoughts and Experiences from a Midwestern Girl Who's Moved around the map
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December 12, 2012
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Somewhere in New Zealand’s collective memory there’s an idyllic childhood that involves sliding down the hills on Nikau palm leaves, or swinging on a length of rope with a knot tied in the end of it over a river and dropping into the swimming hole, really long flying foxes that cross over a blackberry filled gully and end in a big patch of goey mud… even our playgrounds are “safe” compared to some of that.
Somewhere in New Zealand’s collective memory there’s an idyllic childhood that involves sliding down the hills on Nikau palm leaves, or swinging on a length of rope with a knot tied in the end of it over a river and dropping into the swimming hole, really long flying foxes that cross over a blackberry filled gully and end in a big patch of goey mud… even our playgrounds are “safe” compared to some of that.