BECKY JOY HURST
don’t forget it.
30/07/1991.
Australian, and proud of it.
Immature; and i don't want it to ever change.
The best things in life are free.
Richmond is clearly the best.
Am constantly told I think too highly of myself.
NAIADIAN BABY!
Wouldn’t change my life for the world.
LOVES colours, ribbons, summer, camping, the beach.
SUMMER 07/08
Chicken soup on the skate ramp.
Getting dacked on the swing.
‘I don’t like men with fluffy dice.’
Carl getting electrocuted, twice.
Drive ins.
Squashing eight people into a two man tent.
Honey, I love you.
Poker, where me and Ben ALWAYS seemed to win.
SHOULDER WARS!
Kid nation, 14 kids on the futon.
Giant green and pink bean bags.
Nailpolish.
Chalk drawings.
Truth or dare?
Balancing on that fence.
Dolphins, seals and koalas.
Glow stick men dancing.
Taunting chips and gravy, just for the fun of it.
Ice cream at the top shops.
Roasting marshmallows over an open weber.
Hair styling sessions.
Mystery bags.
Glow sticks.
Laughing so hard you can’t sit still.
Finding sand in your bra even when you haven’t been to the beach.
Phase 10 and Uno.
Chair aerobics.
7.00 behind the milkbar.
MEMORIES THAT WILL LAST FOREVER.
