triumphant burst of joyous music

i remember my childhood very fondly, days spent with my dad getting to know wellington via small golf courses on days i was meant to be at home in bed sick.

playing crown and anchor with my brother and sister using the milk money, staying up late and playing cards for real money when the adults let you win so you go to bed without a fuss.

sunday morning in softball season with the debris of a party in the lounge, knowing that mum and dad would be in bed and desperate for quiet time so that it could mean money for a trip to the dairy.

here’s to the joys of childhood.