It’s true. I grew up in the middle of a rainforest, just outside of Berry “The Town of Trees” on NSW’s South Coast. My parents made an old tree stump into a forest mailbox and ‘Jessica the Fairy’ would leave sparkly and inspiring notes on my birthday. I walked that road from the bus stop home through the forest every day. My backpack filled with Spice Girls contact covered notebooks and a snake bite kit. It was very… 90s Australia. I’d walk that road at night with my sister at 18, being dropped at the top gate at 12am by the only Taxi in town after the local pub had closed. I still walk that road on the weekends, up to the paddocks to feed my mum’s horses with my 4-year-old niece. The forest is home to wallabies, echidnas, snakes, birds, wombats, frogs and as it extends down to the largest part of Broughton Mill Creek – a surprising amount of Platypus can be spotted at dusk if it’s very quiet. There isn’t a place in the world that I know better or cherish more.