Adam Peacock: The day I fell in love with horse racing

I can remember it like it was yesterday. 1991 mid-year holidays, first year of high school, Dad took us away (to Grafton. Grafton!?!). Now it’s a beautiful place, don’t get me wrong, but six months into higher education, all a kid wanted to do was go down a waterslide or on a rollercoaster to forget about the confusion of algebra and sharing hall ways with those twice his size But Grafton, hugging the mighty Clarence River in NSW’s north, it was. Our uncle lived there. As much as Dad enjoyed Uncle Ron’s company though – and still does – there…