Monday, November 09, 2015

Big Uncle

Many of my best memories from growing up come from family and friends gathering, around a pool with a braai. For a stage, it was a Sunday ritual at my Gran's house. During the holidays, my Vaalie cousins (now Coathangers) would either come down to Durban (still Souties) or we would go up to Joburg. The family friends who I went to celebrate with in New Zealand earlier in the year also had a pool. Their Dad was huge and we were tiny. A common denominator in all these events was some big uncle tossing us around. Yesterday I was that big uncle.




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