I Escaped My Suburb on the Edge. Now I’ve I Found My Way Back

My rookie era: I lived off the land for a week – by day five I was naked, my clothes dangling over the campfire

In the summer of 1971, I left behind my comfortable family home with a tent, rations and a Women’s Weekly cutting of Princess Caroline of MonacoGet our weekend culture and lifestyle emailAt 15 I proved the maxim: “Hire a teen while they still know everything.”That summer of 1971, I judged the world and concluded that civilisation was meh, and surely doomed. So with the zeal of the truly clueless I resolved to try living off the land, and left be…

I escaped my suburb on the edge. Now I’ve I found my way back

Kangaroos under high voltage towers, a whole street as our backyard: my suburb was an adventure playground until they brought the dynamite.