Childhood haunt

When I was a kid, we always spent holidays down the south coast at a town called Sussex Inlet. It lies smack bang between the inlet to a river and the ocean, and is so picturesque.

These days it’s become a huge summer holiday destination, and so many aspects of it have changed now. Returning, walking along the river front, my brother and I both shared the same sentiment: This place is like a mythical fairytale land, with legends and adventures etched into our brains. When you return as an adult, the whole realm is smaller; everything is shrunk down and different for seeing it with adult eyes. And yet, when we saw a group of kids playing on the same tree by the river we used to, I realized that it’s not a different place, it’s just changed childhood custodians.

Despite this, it was still exciting to see the water, smell the salty air, and see my aunts and uncle on the weekend. We had lunch by the river, and enjoyed an afternoon stroll in the sunshine.

Love WTP x

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