Life in Holland

So there we were in The Netherlands. We lived with family before we moved to our own flat. Over the years Mom endured a lot of prejudice, which she sheltered me from because I don’t remember. All I know is we called them Cheese Heads. Wonder what they called us.

I love Dutch scenery—the flatlands, windmills, little creeks and stone-paved streets. The tulips are everywhere, daffodils are really golden and the purple crocuses are my favorite. Holland really is a fairy tale land.

Now the summers, as I remember, were very long. The sun didn't go down till around 10:00pm. Always a treat for kids.

Then there was that time in the dead of winter when I decided to take the shortcut to school. Over the frozen pond I went, till...crack, crack, wham and down I sank into a massive darkness. Probably would not be blogging right now if it weren't for a stranger who pulled me out.

I was two years old when we came to this cold country, by the time we left for Australia, I was celebrating my eigth birthday.