#2 Forest House

When I was six weeks old, our little family moved around the corner from the house I was born in, to the house I grew up in.

The front yard is often so overgrown with greenery that you usually can't see the house behind. Whenever people gave me lifts home as a kid I'd always refer to our house as the one that looked like a forest. To give a better idea of what the house looks like I have stripped back some of the greenery in the illustration.

#2 Forest Home

When I was a kid I spent a lot of time on Skinner Street, riding bikes and singing loud and obnoxious songs with my friend Aurora (who lived up the street). We also spied on our neighbours a lot and were general menaces.

There are probably about three time capsules filled with Paddle Pop sticks, Snoopy toys, 5c coins, and funny letters buried in various locations along Skinner Street.