SYNOPSIS: A poetic soundscape drawn from childhood memories of walking along the shore of Lake illawarra.
SCRIPT: When I was a child I lived with my family by Minnegang Creek at Warrawong.
I remember my mother going to play tennis near the Coomaditchie lagoon.
I played with the Kemblawarra kids and my sisters to the sounds of our mothers tennis.
To get there we walked along the northern edge of Lake Illawarra.
And I remember...
The sound of the radio still echoing in my head and the anticipation of watching our new black and white television that evening.
The squeaky pram wheels.
The hush and spark of the water.
The clouds whispering, blanketing.
The snapping of the rigging.
The seagulls like us, anxious, but happy.
The thrill of tiny discoveries.
The hint of far off adventures.
And all the possibilities that lay ahead of us on that path...
Childhood is measures out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hours of reason grows. - John Betjeman
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