Kalbarri, summer 1985. I remember being stuck in the car for hours and hours, driving down long empty stretches of road, waiting for the ocean to come into sight. Dad kept saying 'just over this hill' we would gasp and lean forward and there would only be more road with another hill. I remember the mix tapes we listened to, the long bright hot days, the sting of chlorine, pelicans, trampolines, mini golf and the tacky souvenir stores we would visit.
I desperately wanted a pet rabbit, this was as close as I could get.