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My name's Rosie.

I live in Amsterdam now, but I grew up in the southwest of England

and I went to secondary school in a little town called

Dawlish. So, Doolish is a coastal town a few years ago the sea actually washed

away the train line and the village green has the beach at one end of it so it kind of leads out onto the sea and on another

side of the village green there is a brook that leads down to the water. Now every

year my school would host their summer fate their summer fair on this village green

and the highlight of the event was the

rubber duck race. So there was this huge box of rubber ducks all slightly

different all with a number on the bottom.

You would pay your pound, and you would choose your number of rubber duck, and you would

get a little slip with your number on it.

Then come the time for the race, two of the teachers would stand on the bridge over the

brook and dump this big box of rubber ducks into the brook and you would cheer your duck

on as it raced down through the brook to the finish line.

So far it's a little bit weird, but where it gets really quirky, is that this brook led out to the sea quite quickly,

and we didn't want the ducks going in the sea because that would be polluting the sea.

So somebody, when I lived there it was always the village doctor, had to climb into the brook and

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