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		By: Carolyn Lewis		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[As a 4-year-old in 1949, I would sometimes walk the 100metres or so from my home on Seaview Road and crawl up the sandy slope to the veranda on the northern side of Beachcroft. My goal was a large, ugly home-made rocking horse set next to the wall of the house. I would climb onto its broad back, and rock vigorously back and forth while struggling to stay on the slippery brown fabric that covered its round barrel like body. After a while, I&#039;d slide off and head down to the beach to watch the seagulls soaring effortlessly on the wind. How I wished I could join them.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As a 4-year-old in 1949, I would sometimes walk the 100metres or so from my home on Seaview Road and crawl up the sandy slope to the veranda on the northern side of Beachcroft. My goal was a large, ugly home-made rocking horse set next to the wall of the house. I would climb onto its broad back, and rock vigorously back and forth while struggling to stay on the slippery brown fabric that covered its round barrel like body. After a while, I&#8217;d slide off and head down to the beach to watch the seagulls soaring effortlessly on the wind. How I wished I could join them.</p>
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