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Rabbit-Proof Fence Personal Response

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Chelsea Lacusta Rabbit-Proof Fence Personal Response Dear diary, It had felt like an eternity but the day had finally given way to night. The departure of the daylight offered my sunbaked skin refuge from the dry heat that constantly pressed down on me. My weary muscles lent me just enough energy to lift my heavy head and scan the horizon to ensure that the Tracker was long gone. Occasionally, I glanced up and gazed upon the colorful specks of light that were interspersed within the inky black sky. It was heart-wrenching to know that I was experiencing the same starry sky that my mother would be seeing from her comfortable place at home, and I was miles away. ...read more.


Too soon, the sky morphed into a breathtaking display of magnificent colors as the sun eagerly rose above the bare horizon, bringing with it the arid, scorching air. As I battled the effects of arduous exhaustion and excruciating hunger, I found myself pondering my foreign experiences at the Moore River Settlement. Multiple times throughout my stay at the camp, I was told that it was strictly forbidden to recount my previous familiarly comfortable lifestyle*. I was forced to believe that the Moore River Settlement was where I truly belonged and that my old home was _______ but I silently rebelled against the new ideas. I knew that I did not fit in, being confined to the stuffy, crowded dorm room and being forced to obey orders from people. ...read more.


I knew that the next few weeks would be the most trying and brutal weeks of my life but I was so filled with hope that it didn?t matter. Although, as I wandered the unforgiving desert, confined to a fence broken-down with age, I suddenly felt no freedom at all. My heart believed my place was at home with my family in Jigalong, settles next to a crackling campfire in the company of my sister and cousin but my mind disagreed. I thought back to the feeling of resentment I felt at being limited to the tiny settlement and how I longed for freedom. Would I be truly free in Jigalong? Could I stand to live my life in constant fear of being caught? Would I honestly be content, being restrained to the surrounding area of my village? At this point, I don?t know where I belong. ...read more.

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