TOPIC: A memorable event in my backyard
             I 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, a large ramp descended down beside the house to the south yard. Along side the ramp stood the clothesline that unwound from the side of the house to a pole, about 4 metres away. Extended vertically on top of the pole was a piece of wood that held the basketball hoop. Situated in the very end corner of the south yard was the cubby-house, made of western red cedar, with a pitched colour bond roof. Inside, was covered by unpainted chipboard walls and furnished with a table, 2 chairs and a cupboard. On the wall beside the doorway there was a light switch and a chandelier hung from the centre of the roof. Beside the cubby was a small, slated area that was my garage when my sister and I played "House&quo
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