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Journeys : Oct Nov 2012
Sand dunes, rock pools, caves and coves, and cra zy island shacks with penguin chicks underneath for m the jigsaw that is my childhood. During my early teens we usually celebrated New Year's Eve at Cape Bruny. I didn't think it was special at the time, but now I realise how very lucky I've been. Whale strandings feature strongly in my childhood memories. Usually it meant that at least one of my parents would miss my school plays and other special events. Sometimes though, I would go along. I'll never forget a moment in 2005 when I was 11 at a mass stranding of pilot whales at Marion Bay. I was standing next to a whale on the beach and I looked into its eye. It sounds corny now, but that whale made eye contact and was looking straight back at me. What that whale was thinking I have no idea, but I have never felt anything like that again. Over the last 18 years of my life I have seen some extraordinary animals, some in my ow n backyard. Our house has been the halfway home for many marine animals, as with my Mum and Dad, wildlife biologists Rosemary Gales and David Pemberton. My first birthday was spent in George Town at the 1995 Iron Baron oil spill, as both my parents were involved in the wildlife rescue efforts. My brother and I were there too and we became a part of that community. It must have been a real juggle for our parents. As a two year-old I visited my first island, Maatsuyker, home to Australia's most southerly lighthouse. I don't remember that trip but I clearly recall my second trip there a couple of years later, lying outside in the evening watching thousands of shear waters flying back to their burrows. My other vivid memories of that visit include sheltering in the lighthouse during massive stor ms -- and also my devastation when I was told that we had left the drum of special food and treats back at Cockle Creek. Luckily I still like plain rice! The islands and coastlines of Tasmania provided the most perfect playgrounds for me and my brothers Sam and Ollie. My memories are different from those of many of my friends -- when I think back, I recall Tasm ania's coast and islands and the adventures that I had there with my family. I remember lighthouses, voyaging to islands on fishing boats and encountering marine wildlife that opened my eyes to the weird and wonderful creatures of the land and sea. I can't remember the island trips that I went on when I was really small, but the photos are testimony to me going along 50 October / November 2012 In Tasmania today DPIPWE
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