tell me.... (meme)
Dec. 12th, 2003 12:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cellioThis one is going around my friends' list and looks like fun.
I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.
But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach."
I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.
I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.
But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach."
I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.
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Date: 2003-12-13 04:59 pm (UTC)I am remembering summer. It's the smell of sweat, salt and sand, walking among ti-tree. Ti-tree is a scrubby-barked, small leafed tree that is never more than 4 metres high. The colours are muted: greyish-brown and greyish-green. There is often the drone of blowflies.
We go to either the front beach[ie- the bay] or the back beach [Bass Strait] To get to the back beach we scrabble over sandhills. We swim in rock pools. I am told that 35 people have drowned there in the last 7 years, so we have to be *really* careful. No one except us ever seems to swim there. It's really at it's most dangerous when the tide is coming in and washing over the rock ledges, then you could easily get sucked under. (Australia lost a Prime Minister a kilometre up the coast in the year after I was born. Whoops.) The scrub near the beach is permanently windswept- the branches grow parallel to their own patch of ground.
The rockpools are beautiful. Truly beautiful.