I remember a bus ride when I was in Grade 8, on the way, I think, to an Eisteddfod – a competition? A final? – and on the way from Maryborough to Brisbane an older boy, in Grade 10, said to me: so long, and thanks for all the fish. And I pretended as though I knew what he was talking about. At the time: no idea.
-13 November 2016
This post is part of the I Remember series.