Yes we made daisy chains, clover flower chains, even wet the bed flower chains. Not sure of the proper name but they were a small bright yellow flower, so pretty. We used to make mud pies also, we would let them set, then use a stick to cut them up and pretend to eat them. We would put the flowers from the maybush in our hair and pretend we were getting married and people had thrown confetti over us. Boy did we use our imagination back then, life was hard but we had so much fun making up ways to amuse ourselves and inventing games to play. We would be outside from daylight til dark, only returning to eat and drink. Often we would take sandwiches and a drink with us and not come home til dark. We used to go exploring in the bush, and over the paddocks everywhere. This was when we lived out in the sticks where only 7 families lived and there were miles between each family. We were never on our own, there were 6 of us kids old enough to explore, and often we met up with neighbouring kids and went off together. We paddled in the dams which was fun, most of us couldn’t swim but the dams were never very deep. Some had eels in them so we had to be careful, and the odd snake would also go in for a swim. Boy that would make us scramble out in a hurry. I remember more than once having to make a quick exit from a paddock when the cranky bull made a run for us, lucky we never got too close so we had the advantage over the bull. Some of us had close calls though, but it didn’t stop us from going back into the paddock. Some of the farmers had quiet horses that we could catch and we would go for a ride without a bridle or saddle. Life was pretty laid back in our little community. Now the area is a tourist attraction, with bed and breakfasts, a fishing lodge and other tourist attractions, and several big mansions that people call home. No farming there anymore.
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