Jacaranda Summer.

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A girl living Down Under, in Australia, shares her story.

Submitted: May 17, 2017

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Submitted: May 17, 2017



G'day!  How's it goin'?

My name is Georgia Potter. I live in Sydney, Australia, with my family.  I am 11 years old and am in year six; it's my last year as an elementary school student.  I shall be done with school by Chrissie (what you Yanks call Christmas).  When you Yanks have your winter, we have our summer; our seasons are oppo (opposite) of yours.

I am the youngest of three children in my family.  I have an older sister, Olivia Suzanne, 13, and an older brother, Wilshire Frederick, who is 15.  My mum is a homemaker; meanwhile, our father is a professor at one of the colleges here in the city where we call home.  I've lived here in Sydney all my life.

Last summer the jacaranda trees were going crazy.  I'm talking blooms all over the place; so many, in fact, the trees became top heavy, and the air was scented with the sweet perfume of the jacranda flowers.  I had never seen anything like it in all my days.  But that was before the heat and the drought got them, and then the floods; we had some horrific flooding here.  Our home was spared, fortunately, but others were not so lucky; many people were displaced by the rising floodwaters. 

We've had some flooding here already this year; one wonders what the summer will bring: more famine (drought) or feast (rainfall); we don't have to worry so much about drought so far.  But then you also have to take into consideration the fires; wildfires are quite commonplace here in the drier parts of the year, and that is another thing we must think about.

The weather here in Australia is never dull!

I have many interests, among them being riding my horse, Gypsie, hanging out with my mates (friends), playing the piano and singing, dancing, reading, watching the telly (television), going to concerts or to the zoo or amusement park, and spending time with my cousins or grandparents, who live just a few miles from us, also here in Sydney.  They live in a retirement community for people over the age of 65 and they love it.

Well, I hate to go, but I'm at school as I write this, and English class is about to end.  Lunch is next.  Good, because I am famished!  I just hope we don't have to have mystery meat again!  Mystery meat is disgusting, especially if you don't know what it is or what's in it!  Take care; see you later!

*End of part one!*


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