I was just eight when we were living in Adelaide, South Australia. My memories of my time there are vague. I remember my mom was teaching 6th grade and my Dad was doing social work downtown, mostly working with homeless addicts and alcoholics. I went to school where my mom taught and I ate ice lollies at recess and played with my friend’s pet duck after school. On weekends, we waded in the Great Australian Bight and ate beer battered shark (before we had any idea it was endangered) on the grassy hills near Port Noarlunga. It was a pretty happy existence. Warm, sun-filled days, and long, restful nights.