Moving to Hilton/Pitermaritzburg/Durban

I can still remember after school when i was only about 6, saying goodbye to all my friends and getting in the car to leave for the airport. On the plane haveing, our dog Gemma a Jackrussel. I was sitting next to a boy who i gessede was abou 8 or 9, and saying to him how if your not careful the plane gose whoosh and crashes. The boy was verry scared and got out of his seat and ran to his mom while i laughed. When we arrived at our tempory home witch was a thatch house where the roof touched the ground and it looked like a giant tent. I still am reminded of phoneing my grandmother and saying "granny can i come and paly?" And her laughing and saying no. A faded memory of moving.