Nov 7, 2021
4 min read
Swing Bridge
A personal essay
An 11-hour drive in a baby blue HD Holden Kingswood station wagon. Five kids, mum, and her boyfriend, who had to duck to get through doorways and didn’t speak to us at the dinner table. The trip was planned a year in advance and I, at only 7 years old, still didn’t have a handle on time. I’d only just learned the roman numerals on the small grandfather clock that sat on the fire mantel in the lounge. The time it took from…
