tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299305260728392911.post2165894801210070447..comments2023-03-23T09:01:02.984+08:00Comments on See My Footprints...: Feeling ALIVE, not just alive.Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15413684955650645277noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299305260728392911.post-9495606820358744322012-05-30T21:01:38.159+08:002012-05-30T21:01:38.159+08:00This is so true. When I lived in suburbia I felt s...This is so true. When I lived in suburbia I felt stifled, but I didn't know why. I think the country gives you the space to exist the way we were supposed to.Taniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00123593037593548003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299305260728392911.post-56807871569021411972012-05-11T11:58:09.048+08:002012-05-11T11:58:09.048+08:00I feel the exact same way. I am a red dirt & g...I feel the exact same way. I am a red dirt & gum leaves girl. Although the beach revives me too.<br />But put me in the bush with nothing for miles & I am at home. It is a childhood thing. My silblings, mates & I would got bush form dawn to dusk. Only home when the street lights came on. Oh how I miss those days.Niki Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11089814494152175773noreply@blogger.com