Windows rolled down blasting AC/DC songs We all fat, bright and cheery In our singlets shorts and thongs

Sun shinning down, down upon our heads warming our arms and warming our legs.

Going 60km p/h down the laneway strip Wind whipping through my hair “Hold on we’re going through a dip.” Someone shouts from the front seat, Fighting the sounds of the air I smell the dirt and earth.

Sinking my toes into the semi-solid mud. It squelches between my toes I decide to dive into the dam with a thud.

The cold water cools my heated body with a sizzle. I suddenly feel awake. Below the warm top layer of water of the dam is the coldest water in the world. For gods sake.

Later, when my uncles have cooked up all the yabbies. We can all feast but first we peel off their hard shells. Ew it smells super fishy. Cover it up with vinegar and lemon a real taste treat.