On the street where you live

One of the girls’ favourite things to do at the moment is to have running races up and down the laneway beside our house.

Every evening after dinner, Miss Four will announce it’s time to race. She will give her little sister a head start, but beats her every time.

As they run barefoot and carefree with their wild hair dancing behind them in the wind, I wonder if they will remember these simple moments. I wonder what moments from their childhood will be etched into their memories forever.

When I think back to my childhood, my memories are speckled with tree climbing adventures, football matches, dancing concerts, recording 21 Jump Street without my parents knowing, and curling up in one of our rocking chairs to read Baby-sitters Club book after Baby-sitters Club book.

Growing up I was fortunate enough to have a secluded river parkland as my backyard.

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Our house was hidden down a long narrow driveway and nestled into a leafy bend of the Brisbane River.

I was about two years’ old when my parents bought the house and we stayed there until I was 15.

Mum said she always feared I would wander off and fall into the river. I only wandered off once apparently, putting the living fear into her. I was found quickly enough though chatting to the neighbour’s pet cockatoo.

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Our river parkland became the home to many an adventure. I was quite the tom boy climbing our jacaranda and poinsettia trees as high as I could go. I remember I would spend long periods of time in the trees just sitting, thinking and daydreaming.

The poinsettia was my favourite to climb with its thick smooth branches. That is until a friend of mine carved Renee 4 Bradley into it. I cried a million tears over that one because I didn’t even like Bradley. Geez.

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We spent every second weekend playing football. Dad and my sister were on one side while my brother and I were on the other. My brother and I would always win.

If we ever accidentally kicked the ball into the river, Dad would tie a rope around my brother’s waist and lower him into the river to get it!

I remember picking flowers from our garden and setting up a stall to sell them, but there was one problem with living on a secluded park. You rarely had people walking past. I never sold one thing.

I remember picking mulberries from the mulberry bush and gorging ourselves silly on them.

I remember cowering behind our screen door like a scared rabbit as Basil our neighbour dangled in front of me a snake he had killed.

I remember firemen putting out a raging fire my parents had accidentally started on the river bank.

Inside our house we had a fireplace with a small brick ledge. My sister and I would use the fireplace as a house for our Barbies and a stage for the many, many, many dancing concerts we put on for our family.

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I remember spying out my bedroom window on the goth woman who lived next door. She had long black hair, a white face, and skulls for earrings. I was terrified yet intrigued by her. I was certain she was a witch.

I remember when I was 15 and working at a local gift shop, my friend came in to congratulate me on my parents buying a new house. I was furious at my parents for not telling me and devastated we would be leaving our childhood home.

It didn’t matter though because the memories I have from that home have stayed with me and will remain for a lifetime.

What memories are you holding onto from your childhood?

A massive thanks to JF Gibson for inviting me to join in with the On the street where you live blog hop. You can read Jodi’s gorgeous post here.

Now it’s my turn to tag some bloggers to share stories from their childhood home/s.

Colours of Sunset, Seeing the lighter side of parenting and Kylie Purtell – you’re up!

Linking up today with the ever-awesome Jess for IBOT.

50 comments on On the street where you live

  1. Lydia C. Lee
    March 3, 2015 at 5:56 am (3 years ago)

    What gorgeous photos! In fairness to your parents, they probably didn’t tell you in case the deal fell through…

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 7:39 pm (3 years ago)

      Yes. As kids we don’t understand these things πŸ™‚

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  2. Emily @ Have A Laugh On Me
    March 3, 2015 at 7:14 am (3 years ago)

    Isn’t fabulous thinking back to our younger, carefree years and how nice for your girls to have some of that feeling. I grew up on a farm with my sisters and oh the things we used to do!!

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:13 pm (3 years ago)

      I bet, Em! Would have been serious mischief I reckon πŸ™‚

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  3. Jody at Six Little Hearts
    March 3, 2015 at 7:16 am (3 years ago)

    You were blond?!!!!
    Sweet images and memories.
    I am a bit brain dead where the past is concerned and can recall so little of my childhood. It was pretty dull! I looked forward to growing up and being out in the world. Nothing tops being an adult for me. I love my grownup life! x

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:14 pm (3 years ago)

      Lol. Yes I was a blonde. I dye my hair much darker than it is x

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:14 pm (3 years ago)

      Thanks Ingrid. It definitely was a lovely childhood.

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  4. Jayne
    March 3, 2015 at 8:09 am (3 years ago)

    Ahh the memories!! I was a stocky little thing wasn’t i?!

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  5. Kirsty @ My Home Truths
    March 3, 2015 at 8:17 am (3 years ago)

    What wonderful memories and great pictures of your youth and your childhood home. I lived in my first home until I was 17. It was at the end of a dead end street and we had the run of out the front. I loved it and was also devastated when we eventually moved. What an awesome idea for a blog hop!

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  6. Dannielle @ zamamabakes
    March 3, 2015 at 8:57 am (3 years ago)

    Beautiful post Renee. So many beautiful memories for you. I love the sounds of where you lived especially loved the bit where you mentioned your dad lowering your brother down to the river to get the ball, made me chuckle.
    You’ve just made me think about a whole bunch of childhood memories…..broom hockey with my in our backyard, swinging on a big tyre we had hung from the massive tree we had in our front yard, making cubby houses with my little friend next door, bike races around the block (we did time trials), buying pet guinea pigs without telling my parents and bringing them home. There are so many, thanks for making me stop and think lovely lady. Have a great day! X

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:17 pm (3 years ago)

      They sound like wonderful memories. I bet your parents would have loved it when you came home with those guinea pigs! xx

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  7. Peta
    March 3, 2015 at 9:23 am (3 years ago)

    riding our bikes past sunset, playing handball in the driveway, street cricket, dress ups, mud baths down at the creek … it really was an amazing childhood.

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:18 pm (3 years ago)

      Oh I forgot about handball! Serious fun. Sounds like you had a great childhood, Peta.

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  8. Kathy
    March 3, 2015 at 9:56 am (3 years ago)

    Lovely memories Renee, and all the simple things. What a nice backyard you had. I was also in my childhood home until aged 15 when we moved to acreage. I was not impressed with the loss of independence in being able to walk to the train/shops/friends and having to rely on Mum and Dad. We had a lot of fun times with neighbourhood games of Red Rover, building cubby and tree houses and general fun with the other kids.

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:19 pm (3 years ago)

      That would have been quite a change for you and especially at that age. Sounds as if you made the most of it though.

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  9. Natalie @ our parallel connection
    March 3, 2015 at 10:27 am (3 years ago)

    Our first house had a metal basket screwed to the bricks which my sister and I use to cling into and play… It was scary cause it was so high from the ground. I have been past this house and laughed as the basket is not high at all( and really tiny so I must have been pretty small)… Great memories though

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:20 pm (3 years ago)

      Ahh that’s a great memory. It made me smile.

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  10. JFGibson (@jfgbsonwriter)
    March 3, 2015 at 12:33 pm (3 years ago)

    Oh Renee, what beautiful memories. I felt like I was sitting up in the Jacaranda tree watching you. Thank you for joining in. x

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:21 pm (3 years ago)

      And thanks for inviting me, Jodi. It’s a great blog hop x

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  11. Josefa
    March 3, 2015 at 12:51 pm (3 years ago)

    A beautiful blog hop and a beautiful reflection on memories that warm the heart just by reading them Renee. I love the images, the stories – there is something about childhood, the small moments, the little tiny things we remember – that as adults mean so much to us that holding on to them, and telling our children about them – well it just becomes so important. I wonder what stories your girls will tell one day of the street where they lived? xx

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:23 pm (3 years ago)

      Yes I wonder, Josefa. I love watching the girls’ faces when I tell them what mummy did when she was a little girl πŸ™‚ x

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  12. Simone
    March 3, 2015 at 12:58 pm (3 years ago)

    I have some similar memories to you Renee, but I had the ocean instead of a secluded park for some it. I also climbed a Jacaranda tree, one of my fave things to do, rode my biccycle with my sisters around the neighbourhood til all hours, made cubby houses, ate mulberries, played schools (I was always the teacher!), built block cities, played with Barbies, pushed Cabbage Patch dolls in our prams, went on treasure hunts and played adventurers with my sisters and there was the vacant haunted house that always intrigued us! I can’t imagine my childhood without my sisters playing a huge role- having siblings is really such a great thing.

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:24 pm (3 years ago)

      Sounds wonderful, Sim!!! I bet you had so much fun scaring yourselves silly over the haunted house πŸ™‚ Such good times xx

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  13. Janet aka Middle Aged Mama
    March 3, 2015 at 5:40 pm (3 years ago)

    So awesome to meet up with you today. And sounds like you had an idyllic childhood. I am a bit hesitant to put my hand up to join this particular linky, some traumatic times in the street where I lived πŸ™

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:29 pm (3 years ago)

      Oh Janet. That’s not good at all πŸ™ Lovely to meet you today too. Your smile brightens my day.

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  14. Emily
    March 3, 2015 at 6:43 pm (3 years ago)

    Beautiful post! I am a slacker who hasn’t even started yet. But I’m glad I read yours first because now I don’t have to compare – I can just be swept away to your childhood! I seem to remember being a tomboy as well, yet all my younger pics are of me dressed to the nines and posing away. Not sure if it’s faulty memory or that they were the rare times the camera actually came out.
    I think the rope-lowering to get the ball out was my favourite story! Haha! Isn’t it funny to look back on that sort of stuff now.

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:30 pm (3 years ago)

      It sure is!! I can’t wait to read yours. Make sure you include some of the photos of you in fluffy dresses πŸ™‚

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  15. EssentiallyJess
    March 3, 2015 at 7:22 pm (3 years ago)

    What beautiful memories Renee. Do you dream of that house when you dream of home? I always dream of the house I grew up in. Even though we didn’t move there till I was seven, it was home.

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:31 pm (3 years ago)

      That’s fascinating, Jess. I rarely dream of that home. I dream of green hills though and there were a lot near our house so maybe that’s it πŸ™‚

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  16. Bec @ Seeing the Lighter Side
    March 3, 2015 at 8:58 pm (3 years ago)

    What a wonderful trip down memory lane! Childhood is so awesome, isn’t it? I’m really looking forward to writing my post, thanks so much for tagging me x

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  17. Lisa
    March 4, 2015 at 12:31 am (3 years ago)

    Lovely memories Renee and I think you would have been a fun friend to grow up with xx

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  18. iSophie
    March 4, 2015 at 6:02 am (3 years ago)

    What an amazing place to grow up! How did they accidentally start the fire? Being on a property we hope the boys appreciate it as they grow up. We also worry about fires! #teamIBOT

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:32 pm (3 years ago)

      They had chopped down some trees etc and tried to burn them off, but it got away from them. Scary stuff.

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  19. Erika @ Ever-changing Life of a Mum
    March 4, 2015 at 9:44 am (3 years ago)

    What lovely memories – and great photos! Sounds like an amazing place to grow up! Oh, and the Babysitters Club books were the best – along with Sweet Valley High πŸ˜‰

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:34 pm (3 years ago)

      Oh yeah! Loved those ones two and the TV show πŸ™‚

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  20. ann
    March 4, 2015 at 1:02 pm (3 years ago)

    Thanks for sharing your happy memories. Except for the snake!!

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  21. Lucy @ Bake Play Smile
    March 4, 2015 at 2:53 pm (3 years ago)

    What a gorgeous spot to have grown up in!! YES!!! I used to read The Babysitters Club too… so good! I grew up in a really small country town – it was lovely!

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:34 pm (3 years ago)

      Sounds lovely, Lucy. Would love to hear some of your stories.

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  22. Tash @ Gift Grapevine
    March 4, 2015 at 5:01 pm (3 years ago)

    Love your flashback pics Renee! Sounds like a wonderful childhood – thanks for sharing these memories. I grew up in the same house until I moved out in my twenties. Such great memories (lots of impromptu dancing concerts too!). We had a fantastic driveway for rollerskating and the perfect flat street for tennis matches. We just had to stop regularly to let cars through. (game on! game off!)

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:35 pm (3 years ago)

      Lol! Sounds like mega fun, Tash. Those were the days πŸ™‚

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  23. Bec @ The Plumbette
    March 4, 2015 at 5:54 pm (3 years ago)

    This post was so beautiful to read! I felt like I was there with you! I have memories growing up in different houses. Its nice to drive past these houses and reminisce all the fun things me and my brother got up to!

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    • Mummy, Wife, Me
      March 4, 2015 at 8:36 pm (3 years ago)

      I just love looking back on those good old times πŸ™‚

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  24. Maxabella
    March 5, 2015 at 9:28 am (3 years ago)

    Such an idyllic childhood home, Renee. I think these ‘little moments’ are the ones that mostly stay with us throughout our lives. The things we do repetitively day after day, week after week. x

    PS – the blonde hair really threw me!

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