Remember...

Remember...

Pulling up at mcdonalds and slowly getting out of the car, walking into the door and choosing our seats, ordering our food at the kiosk and pressing all the buttons.

Remember..

Eating that delicious georgie pie and dipping the salty chips in the hot steamy mince, drinking that creamy hot chocolate siping up the marshmallows, slurping up the last of my drink struggling to clean my cup.

Remember…

Seeing how not that busy it was and yelling hooray in our heads, and when we finally got our food it was fresh from the thing that it’s cooked on and smelt the best.

That’s my nan.

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Nan.

Awesome, kind.

Working, laughing, watching.

She is a superstar.

Family.

The Market Day

The Market day At the PCS market I was struggling to move I had 3 choices to make 1. Run on the grass and get my shoes muddy ( my favourite pair ) 2. Push everyone out of the way and make a lot of people mad or just wait and wait and wait so I ran on the grass. Also there were so many people there it was almost like one of those killer crowds I think I have some sort of agoraphobia which is a fear really big crowds, I was getting really hot and nervous, sometimes I would run out onto the field just to breath. Everything was running out real fast and i bet that the cashiers or security guards couldn't buy anything nice or at least anything popular especially if you came in after 3:30.