'Feel like a trip down memory lane? Need a laugh? If you've ever pinched fruit, pelted rocks on people's roofs, talked about hairs in grade seven or been expelled from school, this hilarious memoir will be your cup of tea.
'If you didn't do any of those things but wanted to, this book is also for you.
'Growing up wild and free in the golden era of the 1950s and '60s in rural Queensland, Sandy Thorne was constantly in more strife than Flash Gordon. Her bum frequently glowed as crimson as a baboon's after thoroughly deserved thrashings from her long-suffering mother.
'With a philandering father drifting in and out of her home life and a collection of very loyal animals as her constant companions, Sandy learnt how to talk her way out of many sticky situations, emerging with an ability to laugh at herself, and to make other people laugh.
'At fourteen, she decided it was time to see what else was on offer and ran away to be a jillaroo. But that's the next instalment . . .' (Publishers blurb)
Dedication: To my sister, Lesley.
Although we fought like two kelpie bitches growing up, we are now good mates, and hide our childhood secrets behind laughter, preferring to remember the many funny and 'bonzer' times we know in that golden era.