Conclusion
I think about my childhood now that I older and how I never really found a place where I fitted in or people accepted me. Even though I admit my life is better living with the Europeans I still understand that it is very important to keep alive my aboriginal background and our culture and that someday in the future our culture can walk along the street and people won't judge us by our colour and race but by our inner personality.
My name is Maraya.
Index*
• 1 sun position = about 1 hour
• 1 grass field = about 500 metres
• The Season of Life - Spring
• Wet Season - Summer
• Cold Season - Winter & Autumn
• Wooden Box - Dining Table
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Changing Seasons
Short StoryThe story of an unloved, unwanted young aboriginal girl, outcasted by her tribe and thrust into the new, confusing world of Europeans. I hope you enjoy, this was just a short story I had to write as an English assignment in yr 8 so one of my first a...
