28/03/2024
Someone once said: “Childhood is a collection of life’s most precious moments.”
Back in the 1950s, a school holiday fixture was to cycle from Johannesburg’s eastern suburbs to Jan Smuts Airport. I can’t recall ever making it, but we always tried. Any spare plank was the beginnings of a secret treehouse. Once a year, like Tom Sawyer, it was my job to paint our front picket fence.
So tell your offspring – children, grandchildren, great grandchildren – about them... in a book of your best memories. Tell them your stories while you can.
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