Day 32: Wee Jasper

15/4/14 Wee Jasper Celia

The tent an angle so I kept sliding down all night. I woke up and I was out of bed. How convenient. Then I pretended the sleeping bag was an alien and it ate me up, digested me and I came out the other side. We ate pancakes for breakfast and got ready for horse riding. But when we got there we couldn't do it because of the stupid booking and school holiday program.  If you may know or not mum and I have shared a big dream. To ride a horse. 

    We went back to our campsite and bought drinks and ice cream. And Noah found 6 bucks lying around the telephone box. Then Noah and I mucked around in the water and found a shallow way from land to the Island Noah got stranded on.  Wish we knew it earlier. We found all sorts of interesting stones. We ate lunch and kept playing in the river. Then Daniel and Noah started to muck around. Soon they were in a battle. Daniel kept dragging Noah in the river and then Majid joined in and he ran away and got ganged upon. He was dipped in the cold water by the boys and Noah got mummy power. and this kept going on for a while and then while he was getting dipped in the water and Noah is screaming "no no!" And mum is saying "you are bullies" with a smile on her face and Linda and I just laughing dad jumps out from nowhere runs into the river and knocks the boys down. Once Noah got dried up he kept saying "daddy is my hero!" Then mum decided to go to visit another campsite where we could see waterfalls and only mum, Noah, Linda and I went. When we got back to our campsite I set up the fire and ate dinner. Then I made dessert. chocolate banana. And I went to bed and I was writing this whole thing just before I went to bed on 15/4/14. Thank you and goodnight.


"And I wish you all the best for your future lives in this country, yourselves and your children, that in Australia your best hopes and aspiration for the future will be realised." MALCOLM FRASER, PRIME MINISTER 1975-1983:

"If we listen closely enough to the stories of others, an alternative story will emerge which will allow for the transformation to take place." Brueggemann?

"…nobody can change stories unless an alternative story is made richly available with great artistry, love, and boldness." Brueggemann?