Flipping through the photo album,

Tears start to fill my eyes.

I look at the little me staring back

And wonder where all the good times went.



I flick through the camping trips...

Hey look there's dad.....

Oh i remember that.....

The water hole where us kids use to swim,

And the place we use to play rough...



There's the gang, the boys....

Me the only girl, mud in my hair, dirt on my face,

Mum never could keep me in a dress for long.

My first fish, first day of school, first boyfriend....

Didn't he turnout a drop kick...



I wonder where those sunnies went...

Wonder where the boys are now....

Wonder if water still runs in the creek...

Wonder if you can still catch fish there ...



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Wonder where all the good times went!