When the bacon and eggs and toast were ready and the three of them were sitting around the table he tore off the wrapping greedily.
“It’s laser tag,” said his dad. “It’s a good one.”
“Like Phantom Zone?”
“Yeah, like the place we went for Benny’s birthday. It’s got four sets in there so you can have a big game.”
The boy opened the box and slid out the foam-packed contents onto the table, expertly picking out the Japanese batteries and placing them in the handles of the guns.the boy with the lizard egg
During the year when it was hot and we were too far from the beach, we used to swim at Thirlmere Lakes. There were four connected freshwater lakes. They were surrounded by reeds and set in bushland, rich in native flora and fauna including beautiful flowers that snapped shut when you touched them and long grey goannas. The first lake was closed for public use, the second was dedicated to those using motorboats pulling along water skiers. In actual fact it was way too small for skiers so it wasn’t too popular for that in the end. The third lake was left for swimmers and had a long wooden wharf that was perfect for running along and jumping into the water. It also had a ladder, with which you could climb back out of the water and then run and jump again over and over. The fourth lake I very seldom saw as it was past a locked gate that we inevitably named ‘The Locked Gate’. It was privately leased and had a caravan park on it that was rumoured to be a nudist camp.the canoe