They'd tell you about relay races, volley ball games and moon lit swims in the pool. They'd tell you of the excitement of a little girl who could finally swim.
They'd tell you about the cricket ball proudly 'smashed' until it found its place on the 'other' side of the French doors; of cubby houses, scooters and bikes.
They'd smile and tell you of children waking excitedly on Christmas morning, delighting in the treasures found in Santa sacks, of candles blown out on birthday cakes, of newly acquired friends and puppies, fish and budgies.
They'd tell you of the need for ear plugs during football and cricket season, when new CDs were purchased and at the height of sibling rivalry.
They'd sigh and tell you about arguments over who would wash the dishes, when homework would be completed and the table set.
They'd share stories of rowdy family gatherings in the dining room, around the kitchen table and in the backyard beside the bbq.
They'd tell you about the volumes of tears spilled over illness, pain and hurt and the tension of assignments, tax returns, sporting and speech competitions.
They'd tell you about dreams fulfilled; the elation of successful performances and sporting achievements, formals and graduations, acceptances, new jobs and careers, remission and good health, the planning of wonderful holidays.
They'd tell you of parents who were simultaneously the greatest critics and cheerleaders of their children and then they'd tell you that these roles reversed, seemingly overnight.
They'd tell you about so many trials and tribulations but most importantly they'd tell you the story of joy, of forgiveness, of compassion, of loyalty, of love; the story of family.