Hills


When I was three, an older friend and I climbed a tall haystack, and spent an afternoon trying to work out what a hill would be like. Neither of us had seen one, but she was four and had been to far-off Nyngan, and thought we might be able to see one from the top of the stack.

I was a little bit worried about the adventure, because she had unexpectedly kissed me the day before. But I really wanted to find out about hills, so I threw caution to the wind. 

I need not have worried, When we could not see a hill, we lay on top of the stack, hand in hand, and imagined what being on a hill would be like. She never kissed me again. 

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