I’m feeling patriotic this year. So here’s what Australia is, to me: School breaks that stretched forever, days filled with monopoly marathons, fighting for the front seat and inventing stupid ways to avoid the swelter. Days lost pestering soldier-crabs running ink-blue stains across the beach. It’s about sand in your sheets and suncream in your nails, riding your bike as far as daylight allowed (to be home before the streetlights flickered). It’s the joy of eating king prawns sandwiched between fresh white bread, the art of licking mango juice dripping…