The place that I think of when I think of Sydney is Bondi. This one time, I was there, I was on a jumping castle and I jumped off. I kind of went weeeeeee. I landed on my arm. It hurt a lot. I knew I cried and that I blacked out. I probably cried a lot.

That memory comes to mind because that’s a big deal for me. And it’s quite ridiculous the way I broke my arm. I jumped I didn’t fall I would like the reinforce that.

So that’s a memory of Sydney for me.


Freshly mowed grass, hot rubber burning in the sun, hot concrete (it was about to rain), I think of wet dog too. Salt water from the ocean. Salty aroma.