It’s been about a month since I last wrote. I still haven’t heard from you, so I’m writing another imaginary letter. I wonder why you don’t try to write to me anymore. I’ve put all your old letters in my life box, with my bear from when I was born and Pa’s stopwatch, and some other things. Dad thinks it’s ridiculous to have a life box when I’m only eleven, but Mum thinks it’s a really good idea, and sometimes when I come across something really special she suggests I put it in there to keep. She’s very understanding.
At school we had an Entertainment Stars dress up day. It was heaps of fun. It took me a little while to think of whom to go as. Elizabeth went as a clown; Melanie was a circus ringleader (Caroline did that last year when we had a circus dress up day, I went as a popcorn machine that time). I decided to go as Groucho Marx. No one knew who he was, except for the teachers! So I spent the day doing his funny walk, pretending I had a cigar in my mouth and chasing all the girls. It was really fun!
Last month we had Lilly, Geoffrey, Adam and Freya over, which was fun, but I get kind of sick of having people around all the time. Trying to talk and play with people when you really don’t want to isn’t much fun. We did do one really fun thing though. On the Saturday, Lilly and Geoffrey took us to Mt. Noorat. We got a bit lost at first, but then we found a place to eat our picnic lunch. Then we climbed up the mount. At the top it was really windy. We threw cowpats (dry ones) off the top and sometimes they came back like boomerangs. We had a great day.
Easter was kind of busy, I guess. Mum’s always really flat out over that weekend, of course, doing heaps of services. I went to my first ever musical. I felt so sick before we went, I was really scared and nervous about doing something I’d never done before – I didn’t know how I would handle it. The idea of sitting in the dark with a whole bunch of people I didn’t know was just too scary. I was excited to go as well though, and Mum convinced me I would be alright. We went to see ‘Godspell’. It’s about the Easter story, except all the people wear hippy clothes. It was so good. I even cried when the Jesus guy got crucified. It made Easter seem different this year, more real. I’m glad I went.
We had a five day weekend for Easter this year, coz there was a Curriculum Day on the Thursday. I got some eggs, and a gigantic soft bunny, because things are going to be changing this year and Mum wanted me to have something to cuddle. She’s been getting sent options for a new church to move to, and is starting to talk with the Presbytery minister about where she might want to move on to. We’re not going back to Melbourne though, because Dad wants to stay in the country. I’m going to miss Cressy when we go.
On Easter Sunday we got up really early (at 5.30am) to climb Mt. Elephant before dawn. We were some of the first people there, so we had to wait for the gate to be opened. Me and some of the other kids climbed the gate anyway, and started walking. It was really cold, but I had my scarf and gloves on as well as my coat. Everyone arrived and the four wheel drives started taking the old people up while we all walked. It’s a hard walk, and I really hate the last part. It’s really steep and I always think I’m going to fall. I wanted to go up in one of the cars this year, but Dad told me not to be such a wimp and to just climb like everyone else. It was really pretty up there. It was so quiet, and then after the service we stood and watched the sun come up over the world. I felt happy but also kind of sad, right deep down. I wondered what you were all doing when I looked out over the world. I hope you had a good Easter. I guess you had lots of chocolate.
I really miss our Easters with you and my cousins. We don’t have outside egg hunts here, but Mum puts little eggs around the dining room and lounge room, which is a lot of fun. But I don’t get as much chocolate these days. Oh well, I guess Dad’s right and I don’t need it. And at least I get some at Easter. The only other time I get sweet stuff is when he’s away and Mum and I get fish and chips and rent movies and eat too many lollies so we feel sick. We hide everything when he comes home again.
We got to do something this year that I’ve always wanted to do since we lived in Cressy. Every year everyone goes to the Mud Bash, and I’ve never been allowed. This year, because it’s our last year here, Mum said we could go. It was up near Mt Elephant, and was so much fun. There’s a big track running all around and up and down different parts of the mountain, and people race motorbikes around it all day. It was so exciting hearing the whine of them zooming around and seeing the mud go flying. There were heaps of people there, all in the middle bit of the track, and there were vans that sold food and drinks and some stalls. We had a look around and got some pies and Fanta. I saw Melanie and Elizabeth, and I was allowed to go off with them for a while, we climbed up past the track and sat on a rock on the hill so we could watch the whole thing. It was so pretty because the sun was out and the grass was green underneath the dead grass, and everyone was happy. I was glad we got to go before we leave Cressy.