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Auto story of my life.At eleven my Grandmother died in my bedroom, she loved the sun and napped inmy bed in the afternoons. Our home at Granville had three tennis courts out theback with a clubhouse and a cool tree to climb. I loved animals, so I had pigeons,all fun breeds and two rabbits and the family dog. I let all my fantails go thatafternoon and my feather feet pigeons.This was the only death I have experienced to date.Grandma started
Freny
house for boys, being a single mum with seven childrenin the 1800’s was a task to say the least.A devoted catholic and a widow made her a special breed of saint. I miss herbuttered bread on finger toast.I was a loner at school, as my communication skills were very poor and Iimmersed myself in a more devotional life of fantasy and dreams of grandeur. Iimagined the world a perfect paradise and me a traveler through it with God asmy constant protector and me as His pet. Silly I know, and very immature but Iwas a kid and church on Sunday was a mystery to me, a door way to a greatbeing who love me, this was the faith I had as long as I can remember.So I
did no
t quite fit the mold of the average citizen. Though when I wasthirteen I did sense a growing appetite for the opposite sex.My first girlfriend I kissed was Joanne H. She lived across the road in a nicehome, and later in years I found out she became a dancer for the Australianballet, she was beautiful. I remember we went into a cave at Cronullah point andplayed all sorts of games, our secrete place. I can still feel the way she sat aboveme on our lounge chair and ran her fingers through my hair.Our family lived in
Cronullah,
two houses from the beach between Shelleybeach and
Guttamata
Bay. It was a huge home with us seven kids in it. Dad wasa Pawnbroker in Sydney and started a successful auction company combinedauctions that is now worth a fortune, he gave it away to the 40 pawnbrokers inSydney many years later.I went to
Caring bah
De La
Sel
, school for catholic boys. I remember Brother
 
Dunstan
the principal of that tough school and how he gave me therapy one day,and lashed my hands so badly that the blisters were severe enough to take me tothe emergency ward. I would have seemed like a dreamer at school as though notpaying attention, but if they only knew how much I loved their education, all mylife I have been studying, and even today I do pet subjects on Anatomy andPhilology. I love to feed my mind with healthy knowledge. Dad gave BrotherDunstan a tongue lashing that day; this did not help as they saw me as a problemnot a blessing.I was still a bit odd at school and a bit of a pretty boy, so I got picked for a fightone afternoon (jealousy rages in the heart of the beast) and of course the kids allgathered around me, and a kid my size went to it, he gave up as he did not wantto fight, just like me but the people had spoken, then a big
Koori
kid came in andtook a few punches. I was a fit kid and had won a few tennis tournaments thatyear, so I ran around and laid a few right on his face He gave up and I felt prettygood, though tired.Then in a flash a young punk ran in and punched the crap out of me, I was downand out as the teachers broke it up. More lashes with the strap.Dad owned Liverpool loan office and two other shops so we always had money,as grandma taught him well. By the way he is a successful tennis coach whoproduced a Wimbledon champion and being 75 now, still runs laps of the ovaland coaches tennis three days a week God bless his heart. He and Mum have notmissed a Sunday of Mass for as long as I remember. Each to there own, I alwayssay.Dad always treated me good for some reason and I was a bit spoilt, I think. Withthree sisters and three brothers all one year apart, we had a type of Brady bunchlife style. All my sisters were beautiful, and as a family we pretty much stuck toourselves.My first rebellion of the system was at thirteen, when I had a friend who showedme the way to sneak out and play pool at all hours of the night, I got pretty goodat it and made a name for myself as the kid to beat, the owner who looked likeKat Stephens, used to bet on me against older players and make some cash on theside.
 
I got in trouble and caused a drama one night when I sneaked out.I took Mums car and broke the
axle
, but the drama happened the next day whenthe police came around and said I was at a party where a young girl died of drugs. I was framed but Dad thought I had something to do with it, because hecaught me sneaking out a week before and my brother told on me that day, whenI broke Mums car. So the circumstances seemed to point to me being at the party.Then on my thirteenth birthday, Dad made a big party for me, and it being aSaturday night there was a band playing at the park, so naughty me walked off and missed my own party.Dad and Mum decided to move from corrupt Sydney, so we all packed up andmoved to the Gold Coast.
Terranora
, a ten-acre property, and wow it was fun.Thirty-five years ago the gold coast was a playground.Being now fourteen, I saw the
hippy
movement explode throughout the GoldCoast, and I loved there cool peace loving life style, I like many others of that eraimagined this lifestyle to be the answer to our future society, although Drugswere the key to this type of life style, it made it a remedy for failure. Now I knowthat the lifestyle of communal living is nothing new as Jesus advocated it in theearly church, now I know it works perfectly if Jesus is the focal point and not thefalse spirit of drugs. At fourteen and with no knowledge of Christ it
did no
tmatter to me as I was determined to be happy and reach my fantasy of heaven onearth.Tweed Heads High School was a bit of a blur to me as I was overcome with thedrugs of the 70’s and
psychedelic
mushrooms, and fun. Dad bought me aquarter Arab horse, a white mare, Lady. She was so frisky, my mate next doorhad a cattle property, Geoff 
G
. he and I rode allot, as he was more experienced inhorses, a true bronco and practical joker.Geoff’s horse Shannon, an Appaloosa, was well trained. We always swappedhorses when we went riding, looking for mushrooms and good times.All this time I
did no
t seem to handle women very well. As a matter of fact theneighbor up the road, a real cutie, had a horse; I used to swap with her as shewas in the pony club. We spent many hours lying around a dam, like my horselady, all women were wild to me.
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