These last few days I’ve been writing about homesickness and the different types of homesickness and its potency at certain times, and the way that homesickness can change or come upon you even when you’re sitting in your own well-loved loungeroom.
I don’t think it is any coincidence that I caught myself singing this song to myself.
I’ve always loved these lines, especially:
‘Somebody come with me and see the pleasure in the wind
Somebody see the time is getting late to begin’
By the time I had my children, Australia had a lot more of its own television and anyway, I pretty much limited their television exposure to PlaySchool, so my children don’t really know Sesame Street. I think that’s a pity.