My dad is sceptical of everything and everyone. I think this is partly because of his years in the police force – all the evil he witnessed. Which is understandable but we didn’t enjoy the harsh restrictions he made for me and my sis during our teens. I believe this just nursed our teenage slyness and adventurous sides that we probably inherited from him too which we noticed in the photographs and stories my mom shared with us about how he was when she met him.

  where my adventurous spirit comes from - dad*

Exploring nature**

dad

With my father as the head of the house, my sister and I looked up to him but I feel like my relationship with my mother is much stronger than with him. This probably came from when we were when my father were still in the police force and worked shifts, resulting in my sister and I spending more time with my mother and sadly not a lot of time with him.

When he was home we made a point of spending time together as family. One of the activities we did as family that I enjoyed the most was the trails we explored with our walks on Table Mountain. This is where my love for nature started. And today I feel lucky to date someone that shares my love for nature and actually works in the mountaineering industry. My father took a little while to warm up to him but enjoys his company now.

My first climb, made possible by my awesome boyfriend***

 I love these photos of my sister and I :).

She's three years older. Since I can remember I was jelous of her beautiful skin that tans golden without her even trying compared to mine - 5 min. in the sun, pink - not really my color...

I have very fond memories of my childhood days spent with her lively spirit <3 .="." class="separator" p="p" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">

These stracksuit are by the way my mother andgrandmother's handywork

I thought that it was pretty cute that somewhere in our lifetimes we had photographs taken of us in more or less the same poses. In both photos the older brother/sister is positioned left from the viewer’s point of view.

My sister and I                                       

My dad and his brother                                        



My Myburgh's heritage

Unfortunately I didn’t know anyone of my father’s side of the family.. He had only one brother who died in a tragic accident. He does not really speak about this and his parents to us. His parents also died before my sister and I could meet them. It feels like there is a gap in my heritage, not being able to know anything about the family my surname came from.

This is the only photograph I have of my father’s parents. The first thing I noticed was that his mother was absolutely beautiful and that she knew something about style. I can see a few facial features of my dad in his dad’s. I’m the only one in our household with height and I feel like it could be one of the most obvious features I probably inherited from my dad’s father.