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Hello Sunday Polaroid of Backyard Swimming

The tradition goes back some time to when we were just boys. Hairless chests, arms the size of zucchinis. You couldn’t stop us.  The sun would be thumping down and we were hyped on Christmas and cordial. We were in as soon as the back door was unlatched. WhaddidItellya? our mothers would shriek. Don’t you wear those shorts in there. Go’n get changed. Go’n! We’d spend the whole day wrestling, dunking, challenging each other to land the biggest flop. Our tummies would smart, sting red, but we would not give up. By the end of the day we looked like tomatoes all over, sunburnt and sore.  Now, the only difference is our parents don’t watch from the patio and instead of liquid sugar we down beer. We wait half an hour after our feast of leftovers and step outside, back into our eleven-year-old selves.  Last one in’s a girl! Last one in’s for a wedgie! We run to the side and jump.  It is on.

Find out more about this Hello Sunday tradition.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. 04/01/2011 11:45 am

    Oh a wee bit of sunshine! Happy New Year girls:)

  2. 04/01/2011 11:48 am

    Thank you Alarna, same to you!

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