I lived in Australia as a child. When I was six I had a friend who's father ran a peanut farm. We used to run through the fields, she had blond pigtales that streamed out to her mid back. Together we ran like the wind. The sun used to attack us with it's scorn, but the wind was our friend. It ran with us, away from the sun, kept us cool, so we could run through the peanut fields. The town was called Kingaroy, but I don't know what the blond girl's name was. I wonder. Does she remember me?