Life in a caravan park.

No.58   in my series of short stories.

Life in a caravan park

Life in a caravan park. Yep that's me on the right, 30 years old, skinny and full of life, oh what fun we had. I would live my wonderful life all over again if I could. The chap standing behind the group stole all our art work on the day, jumped on a plane and nicked off to Perth, he was very lucky he escaped the town and me at the age of 30.

Cossack was a place where I often found the time to draw and paint. We lived only a short distance away in Roebourne in the Caravan Park. A park full of flat red dirt no trees a van with no air conditioner and two small children with summer 45dg heat.

I hope my description paints a vivid picture of the adventurous and challenging life we experienced in the Roebourne caravan park. The hardships and challenges with the beauty of the outback. It's clear that we had a love for the excitement that comes with exploring nature, swimming in waterholes, and jumping off bridges.

Trying to get into a hot 4WD, where even the seat belt is too hot to handle, this all added to the challenges of living in such an environment. The evolution from not having an air-conditioned vehicle, to eventually having one was a significant and welcome change.

The contrast between my past life with limited resources and my current situation where I have "it all" highlights the evolution and changes in my life. Sometimes reflecting on the past helps us appreciate how far we've come and the lessons learned along the way. All our experiences in the North of WA left the family with enduring memories and stories to tell.

The contrast between my adventurous spirit and my best friend's loath of it all, with her preferences being for the comfort of her air conditioned home and flying to the city to shop.

I do hope that your are enjoying my short stories which one day I will make into a coffee table book about my art and my life.

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