Just before the itty bitty suburb of Kaitaia, past the giant, dark brick like tunnels and wafting smells of Kerikeri McDonald's pulling people towards them,the ice cream store and long line of trees point out the driveway. It’s here that the tiny tree - red all year round - sparkles in the sun and waves to me in the wind.
Splish Splash. Under the blue tarpaulin my sisters and I each have our own big purple seashell to wade in. We have fun by throwing a tiny, bouncy tinker bell ball to each other.
Crunch crunch. We heard crunching under our feet as we avoid the ditch to see the cows. As we are walking we spot the place where we hid our Christmas decorations pine cones. One of the cows come up to the fence for a nosey and scares my little sister! That’s my special place (my nana and grandads house). I’d love to hear about yours. So please tell me.
