When I think about how times have changed, I get sad that my kids won’t experience many of the freedoms that I had growing up. My childhood was awesome, largely thanks to a neighbourhood bike gang. We had the best time – riding our bikes around the block and picnicking down at the canal; asking neighbours with seemingly suitable big trees if we could build a treehouse in their garden (they politely declined); selling bunches of daisies to polite neighbours (who had their own daisy bushes out front) so that we could buy a packet of chips from Sportsmans Warehouse to share. My favourite memory, though, was cycling down the street on Peace Day with Michael Jackson’s ‘Heal the World’ blasting from a battery operated tape player travelling in the front basket of one of our bikes and then ringing neighbour’s doorbells and playing them the chorus of the song over the intercom when they answered. Those were the days, but gone are those days. Continue Reading
We’re parents to two young Zulu boys which means that we’ve done the flight from Cape Town International Airport to King Shaka International Airport twice as a family because our adoption journey meant flying across the country to meet our boys and bring them home. So when Travelstart asked me to share my experience of flying with kids, I could confidently say ‘been there, done that, got the giant sized Durban avo’.
Hooray, I won runner up in the Parenting category of the