Wednesday, April 29, 2009

A short story before the Queen's day celebrations.

Growing up in New Zealand, I always liked orange things. Orange clothing, orange objects, anything really. I did it, probably ironically, to remind my friends that I was in fact Dutch, because otherwise they wouldn't even consider it. Of course I didn't really know what it was to be Dutch then. I probably still don't because I have never experienced Queen's day. That's all about to change.

A few weeks ago, somebody asked me if I was ready for Queen's day. I replied:

"I've been ready my whole life".

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