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Thursday, July 26, 2001

Steve Irwin started out life running a small 'dangerous animals' park in south-east Queensland. In fact, his 'Crocodile Farm' was just down the road from my grandparents' house. I used to stay with them for two weeks after every Christmas, and there was a set list of things that we would always do. Go to the beach (my grandfather taught me to bodysurf at the age of 8, and as tradition in my family dictates, the first wave he ever put me on was a dumper. It took me a good two years to work up the courage to try it again). Go to the Deer Park. Go to the Big Pineapple, even (we have big everythings in Australia).

But we never, ever went to the Crocodile Farm.

Thank DOUG.

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