When I was 7 years old, I went to Australia with my family in 3 months. It was so amazing, but sadly I don’t remember so much from the Trip, because of my ages. But something I clearly remember, was the day when, I experience to be really close to a typhoon. My mom and dad told me, we had to sleep in a cabin that night, because they were afraid our camper van would tip over. We arrived to a camping site in Cairns. I wasn't afraid or anything, I just didn't understand, what was going on. We met another danish family with a boy at my age. We played together, with his little figures of animals that lives in Australia. He borrowed me a figure of a Tasmanian Devil.
At night I could hear the storm outside, and I couldn't sleep. When we went out again the next morning, was everything destroyed. All the tress was fallen over, and everybody was so shocked, to see how it looked outside. In the News we heard about, how the rooftops was fallen of houses, in the city we were in before. I thought, I had to find the boy and give the figure back to him. But my mom told me, that they already had left, so I couldn't give it back to him. I kept the little figure, and I still have it today.
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