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I detest mangoes...

Rare, but true. Everywhere I went in Cooktown,

Guugu Yimithirr country, there were mango trees

dripping with the fruit and soft, squishy mangoes

covering the ground. I did what any self-respecting

kid would do, and I picked them up and threw

them at my friends.

I hung out with pig shooters... religious fundamentalists

....conservatives...hippies....kids from farms....

kids who grew up on missions......

and kids who didn't.

They know your business and

you know theirs.

Everyone is in your face. 

Small towns

are in your face

Sometimes it sucked

Evil step-fathers threw out their teenage step-kids, young teenagers had nothing to do except have babies. Alcoholics beat their wives. Friends often didn't have enough food for breakfast.

I liked being 12 because....

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I was sitting in our caravan in the back yard. It was a sunny afternoon (by night there were frogs and toads croaking, but now it was quiet) and suddenly, out of nowhere, like frog's croak, a poem popped into my head. 

Since then, I follow the images in my head. If you like telling stories, you should

try it.