Having been born in NSW and a wanderlust father we moved a bit though our first move was due to my little brother’s health as he needed dust free air, so off to the sea side we went. My 1st school was in my birth town as I needed to be forced to talk after a medical procedure left me with not wanting to talk. So at the age of four went to school to be made to talk, it must had worked as I talk now.
This was soon followed by another four schools in NSW in a five year span not too bad.My father then relocated us to QLD as had a shop up there and the new house was built. So along came school number six with the fun of changing states so new type of schooling and the way classes are done. Mum’s sister came to stay with us so the number in the house grew as her family had four children too. A new house was built elsewhere and we moved letting the others rent the place. Another school this time across the road from a beach but a major high way to cross to get there and back. Not long after we moved again as dad lost everything in the market downfall.
School number eight but a lovely old home to live in not far from most places I was in year six by now. Life continued on until the home we were in was to be torned down for a shopping centre. So a decision had to be made as to where next. The question was asked of we children and we responded like most children with the adventure one. So our life on the sea began along with an early start to holiday period as we never attended a school until the following year, it being late September at the time.
The following year living in our boat we were one of the lucky ones as the river flood our home was meant to float so moved where it was moored to a safer place.Our first experience of a two teacher school and the long walk it involved getting there. We soon moved back to our previous place as it was safe to go back another school here number ten. Dad changed jobs so moved to another part of the river as my parents only had a motorbike between them and mum needed that to get to work. So another school until work dried up for dad and on the move we went. Our next place and my final primary school number 12 ,was where we would move to land as two of us would be attending high school. We had to settled as changing these schools are not as easy. Lucky our moved in this creek did not mean changing schools but having further to walk. By the time my younger sister was at high school we were back on land, not having to worry about where to try the dingy up or if it was on the main boat.
I learnt to last five whole years at one school for high school where I found out that some people only went to one primary and one high school in their life time and stayed in the same house all the time. I loved the freedom of being able to take our home where we wanted to without leaving anything behind. A house on land was great too as to have a proper shower or bath, to know that your home will not sinking. That to sleep outside does not mean falling over board, I had a great childhood, would I do it again , I am not sure my parents were very brave or very stupid for doing this but it was fun most times.
Posted by youngoldlady, 6th February 2014