Prose Writing
TOPIC: A memorable event in my backyardI was 3 years of age when we first moved from New Zealand to our new residence on the corner of Binowee and Arcola Streets, Aspley. Nestled on a quaint 24 perches, my backyard consisted of all 4 sides of my house. In my mind this was so. There was no real front yard, therefore, no real backyard for that matter. I, at the tender age of 6, presumed that in this case, it was all classed as a backyard. My sister Kim who was 4 years my senior tried to convince me that there was in fact a front yard and a backyard to the house. I took that with a grain of salt, just like when she insisted that I was not really part of the family but was adopted! The yard on the north side of the house was a small, slated terrace forted by a rock wall. Stairs from the terrace lead up to an in-ground swimming pool, which had a tropical theme, with large rocks, palm trees and a small waterfall. A paved edging between the house and the pool lead to a thin slate path along the west side, which joined the north and south yards together. The south yard consisted of a clothesline, a cubby-house, a basketball hoop and a large Umbrella tree. From the laundry door on the second level,
As we were not of the proper age to ride on the road - according to mother! We rode around Matt's house instead. Having found all of my other presents, I excitedly reached for the final string and wondered what was at the end. To finish the course we agreed to do down and back 10 times, making sure we didn't go inside the markers when turning around. On the wall beside the doorway there was a light switch and a chandelier hung from the centre of the roof. It was my turn first, my heart was pounding, every beat could be heard a mile away, well, at least that's what I thought. a large ramp descended down beside the house to the south yard. Encouraged by Matt I slowly began to push down on my pedals, my brand new bike gained speed fast and before I knew it I had careered around the corner and was dead in line with the jump. Part of the east side was adjacent to the north terrace, stepping down to a small grassy area about 5 by 7 metres, which is also surrounded by the large rock wall. The first thing that jumped into our heads was just that, a jump. Heading towards the east side of the house the south yard becomes a small walkway about 2 metres wide. We decided that we would race against each other on our bikes and mark out a course to follow. I was thrilled to find a new orange BMX bike standing in the middle of the garage. The track started in the south yard at the top of the incline and came down the side to a sharp left turn. Beside the cubby was a small, slated area that was my garage when my sister and I played "House". The adrenalin rushed through my body as I lifted off the jump, I felt like I was suspended in air drifting for metres, tens of metres, 100 of metres even.
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