It’s a sunny Antipodean day, temperate as New Zealand summers are, And by the sandpit, there is an ugly red plastic watering can with a tulip embossed in it and a variety of plastic pegs in confetti colours to play with, lying faded on the green grass. Good times for toddlers start at 36 cents.
I spent the first half of my life in Auckland, born into a family of mad collectors. I assembled displays of all the normal kids’ stuff; stamps, badges, coins, feathers, bottle tops – you name it. By ten years old, watching my mother’s rapidly expanding (but very well dusted) collection ... Continue reading →
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