I remember lots of family holidays as a kid. We’d often go places with bush walking or museums or some sort of activity to do. Always places we could drive to, since my dad likes driving but really does not like flying. One of my favourite childhood holidays is a trip to Jindabyne. I recall the holiday house we stayed in, House Matterhorn. I Googled it just now and it looks just like it did then, some fifteen years ago – but not old, mind you. It was a lovely holiday. We tried to ski (without much success, as we were going horizontally across the slope, because we were too scared to try going down), and we had heaps of fun with toboggans. My brother and I built a snowman, then a snow-Henry (our puppy, which we had recently acquired). I don’t think it actually snowed while we were there, but it was so bloody cold that even the snowsuits we were wearing barely kept out the chill.