A tree-change to regional Australia forced me to face my biggest fear
My knuckles whitened on the steering wheel as my toddler heckled me from her car seat. “You don’t like being a driver, Mummy,” she piped up through a mouthful of biscuit. The driving lesson with my husband hadn’t even begun and the choc-chip-laden bribe wasn’t enough to buy her silence. “You like being a passenger.” The dry heat of summer was yet to hit my regional hometown of Wagga Wagga, New South Wales but sweat still pooled behind my knees. My husband and I traded wry looks. “Sometimes Mum is the driver,” he told her. “Like today. Today Mum is practising her drivi...
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