I have many memories of Moorabbin, but a couple of special ones.
As a little joffa going there with my mother, running up the other first to get a sit on the fence, then at half time when everyone would go on the field to have a kick of their footies. One time we were there and they were all out there, and one ball came straight at us. I ducked my head and the ball hit my mum on the head and her two front teeth dropped out.
My second memory is all the years I worked for O'Briens catering, walking around the game selling drinks lollies chocolates and potato chips.