As a young child, I could only dream of owning a coconut tree.
Growing up in rural New South Wales, it’s easy to see why.
It was my first love and a life long passion.
The first coconut trees I ever saw were in my family’s shed at my grandfather’s farm.
When I was in school, my grandmother was a nurse, and my dad worked in a hospital.
They were the first trees we saw growing on the property, and the only ones that grew on the land we lived on.
My father used to work as a butcher in the nearby town of Gatton, and I remember sitting in our living room and staring up at the towering trees as the sun was setting over the horizon.
I would sit on the couch and watch them as the birds flew over them.
We also owned two small ponds and two small paddocks.
When we were younger, my dad would often make a small barrel of coconut milk out of coconut logs.
I was always fascinated by it, and at one point, a friend brought me some coconut milk to try it out on my own.
I can’t remember how I first tasted coconut milk, but it was delicious.
I’m not the most knowledgeable coconut tree collector, but when I was growing up, my father’s shed was my only source of fresh coconut trees.
I remember watching the animals from afar and thinking, “If I could go back in time and buy the coconut trees, I would”.
When I was young, coconut trees were a source of joy.
When the sun came out and the water was clear, I loved going outside to get my hands on the coconut branches.
When my father died, I couldn’t wait to get back to the land I grew up on.
The more I looked at the coconut tree, the more I knew it was a beautiful creature, and that I would one day grow it into a tree.
When it was time to sell the land, I was ecstatic.
I wanted to see my parents’ beautiful farm, the family I grew to love and respect, and to help them move on with their lives.
But I was a bit scared.
I had never owned a coconut, and it wasn’t until I moved into the property that I realised I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
The first few years were tough, because I had a lot of work to do.
I started to work on the plantation myself and started learning the ropes.
I also learnt about coconut farming, and how it was harvested.
It was a big learning curve, but I kept at it and made sure I learnt everything I could.
I even went into a coconut wood processing business myself, and soon enough, my business was booming.
I didn’t realise how important it was at first.
But it paid off, because my business grew from there, and eventually I started my own processing company.
Once the plantation was purchased, I started the business with the aim of making my dream a reality.
The only thing that was holding me back was my knowledge of coconut harvesting, and a little bit of cash.
I soon realised that I didn to do it alone.
I needed help, and was lucky enough to have someone willing to help me.
As my business went from strength to strength, I had to find ways to keep it going.
It became harder and harder to sell my coconut trees to local farmers.
I became involved in the forestry industry, but had to be careful to stay away from conflict and illegal logging. I couldn�t leave the land.
Finally, in 2007, I met my future wife.
She had just moved to Australia and was living on the island of Manus, a few hours from my farm.
We were planning to get married in Australia, but we needed to stay in touch.
Eventually, she came to live in my house, and she and her family moved into a house right next to mine.
We had the best of times and the worst of times, and there were no issues.
My house was tidy, well-kept and well-maintained.
But I wasn’t happy about it, because it felt like I was being used and cared for.
The way I was living was alienating, and we struggled to adjust.
Around this time, my friend David began visiting my farm to check up on things, and he was very impressed with the coconut plantations that I was working on.
He even suggested that I try and get my own coconut trees as well.
The next year, we moved in together, and everything went smoothly.
It wasn’t long before I started making a lot more money, but things were a bit rocky.
We moved out of the house and into a new one that was built on the nearby beach.
It had no water, so the water didn’t flow well.
We didn’t have any electricity and no heating, so we had to stay up all night