smelt of Jack. We had neighbours over the road, The Staffs. Their family consisted of Peter and Margaret and the three girls Bronwyn, Andy and Michelle. When my parents went to the 7pm movies at the theatre, my brother and sister would be left to babysit me. I would look forward to this for two reasons, one being my father would bring me a packet of Milkshake lollies home in his pocket and the other was invariably I would get locked out of the house and start screaming at the top of my lungs. This of course would bring the neighbours out in force and I would get to pick whom to go home with. The Staffs were always first choice. There house was rough sawn wood painted black with white sills and a white front door. After entering the front door the living room was filled with oversized sofas and pillows and against the wall a piano which most of the time had Michelle banging away on it and there would be the invite to join her. I would be taken through to the kitchen, a huge kitchen with a dining table smacked in the middle of the floor with pew seats all around it and seating for 12. Around the walls was a window seat with cushions and books and where in the daytime the sun would stream in as you lay back and drank grown-up tea with sugar cubes. The bedrooms led off the kitchen, Mr and Mrs Staffs being at the back of the house with another door that led into Bronwyns room. When Bronnie was home from University her boyfriend Jack would come to stay. He would drive up in his bright red MGTF sports car and honk the horn all the way along our road so everyone knew he had arrived. On the Saturday mornings when he was there it was the best. Id crawl out of my bed and run across the road in bare feet and nighty and pound on the door to be let in. I was always led to Mrs Staffs dressing room where she would let me choose anything to wear and then powder and lipsticked I would fly into Bronnie and Jacks room and give them a personal fashion parade and then nestle under the covers between them and listen to their stories that would always involve having a daughter just like me. It excited me, Jack was gorgeous, tall, dark and wore stove pipe black jeans and black jumpers, I was 5 and in love with an older man. After breakfast the three of us would roar down to the lake in the MGTF. Jacks knee was my place of choice and I would strain to see over the wheel to be able to steer us down our street and then to the lake side where we would undress and swim out to the Raft just offshore. I would put my arms around Jacks neck as he swam with my legs around his waist until finally we would reach the Raft and collapse for around 30 minutes before heading back to shore. I would be wrapped in Jacks jumper for the homeward trip. These were some of the happiest days of my life, the lake, The Staffs and of course Jack with the red MGTF. This is one of my favourite photos of that time, toothless in Jacks jumper and five years old.