When do you stop being a kid and start being an adult? Eighteen? Twenty One?
Sometimes when I look in the mirror I don’t see an adult. I see the same feisty girl who went off to college at 17, full of hopes and dreams and aspirations. She was adventurous and always game to try new things. She wasn’t particularly interested in fashion and wore jeans and a t-shirt like a uniform.
That girl graduated from college in 1995 – 20 years ago this year. I have no idea where all that time has gone. I know that girl has seen and done a lot of things, but to me she’s still the same girl. She’s still feisty, adventurous and full of hopes and dreams. She’s still trying new things. And she still lives in jeans and a t-shirt, but she’s traded in her doc martin boots for a pair of wellingtons.
Photos taken with our travel camera on Manly beach in Sydney, Australia. I’m very happy to have these photos as my recollection of this surfing is a complete blur – it was the fastest 15 minutes of my life!