Growing up in Australia

Hello peoples. I had a good weekend – Friday arvo / night was a busy / stressful one for a bit. We were setting up audio in the back row of the theatre for the first of three concert productions and there was this massive hum we couldn’t fix, so we moved back up into the audio room up top at the back & it seemed to go away. I’m still not sure why it was happening, but the main thing was that it was ok for the first show. We also had 2 video feeds of the show going live into the dressing rooms – it worked very well, and we will use that again next year for sure. The kids were singing along and everything – was great.
This year on the DVD we’re having a ‘behind the scenes’ section too, and I did a few interview with people in the food area over lunch asking what they thought of the show this year, and so on. Was good fun! And Mon tried to teach us al how to dance (for the camera) heh.
So yeah, that was good. Saturday night two more shows – we finished at around 10:30pm, and were out of there by 1130pm. Brandt, mum & I went home for a quick shower, then we went to Mon’s place for the crew after-party… we left at 4am (I have nooo idea where time went; it seriously felt like 1:30 / 2am when we left – not 4!! LOL). Time went fast, and it was really good. Andy drank a ‘lil too much wine :S heh.

After that, Brandt, mum & I crashed at my place, and we all slept well I think. I had to get up at 8:30am cause I was going down the Kingscliff to spend a day with clients, and it was fantastic!! BBQ, volleyball in the pool, French cricket… OMG, I so can’t wait to have kids and take them caravanning with my partner. LOL!!
Speaking of kids, how many memories does this one bring back for you? It brought back tooonnnessss for me. The world sure isn’t as good as it used to be! This was forwarded via email by my good friend Brandt, and was originally written by an anonymous user. Thanks for sending it through Brandt! Here it is…
GROWING UP IN AUSTRALIA

I’m talking about hide and seek in the park. The corner milk bar, hopscotch, billy carts, cricket in front of the garbage bin and inviting everyone on your street to join in. Skipping, handball, handstands, elastics, bullrush, catch & kiss, footy on the best lawn in the street, slip’n'slide, the trampoline with water on it, hula hoops, stepping in puddles, mud pies and building dams in the gutter.
The smell of the sun and fresh cut grass.
‘Big bubbles no troubles’ with Hubba Bubba bubble gum. A choc-top. Mr Whippy cone on a warm summer night after you’ve chased him round the block. 20 cents worth of mixed lollies lasted a week and pretending to smoke “fags” (the lollies) was really cool!..
A dollars’ worth of chips from the corner take-away fed two people (AND the sauce was free!!).
Being upset when you botched putting on the temporary tattoo from the bubblegum packet, but still wearing it proudly. Watching Saturday morning cartoons: ‘The Smurfs’, ‘AstroBoy’, ‘He-Man’, ‘Captain Caveman’, ‘Archie’, ‘Jem’ (truly outrageous!!), ‘The Wizard of Oz’, ‘Banana Man’ and ‘Heeeey heeeeey heeeeeeey it’s faaaaaaat Albert’.
Or staying up late and sneaking a look at the “AO” on the second telly.
When ‘Monkey Magic’ with fish face & pigsy had a cult following. Miraculous Mellops. & who could ever forget Degrassi Jnr High? When around the corner seemed a long way, and going into town seemed like going somewhere. Where running away meant you did laps of the block because you weren’t allowed to cross the road?? A million mozzie bites, wasp and bee stings. Sticky fingers, cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, riding bikes and catching tadpoles.
Marco polo in the neighbours’ pool (“fish outta water?!”"NOOOO”), drawing all over the road and driveway with chalk.
Climbing trees and building cubbies out of every sheet your mum had in the cupboard. Walking to school, no matter what the weather. When writing ‘I love….?..’ on your pencil case, really did mean it was true love. “he loves me? he loves me not?”
Running till you were out of breath.
Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt. Pitching the tent in the back/front yard. Jumping on the bed. Ghosts stories with the next door
neighbours. Pillowfights, spinning round, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for the giggles. The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team. Water balloons were the ultimate weapon. Cricket cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle. Eating raw jelly, making homemade lemonade and sucking on a Funny Face, Paddle Pop or red Icy Pole.
Remember when there were only two types of sneakers- girls and boys. Dunlop volleys with the green ‘n’ gold or blue and the only time you wore them at school was for “sports day.” Bloomers in primary school & Scungies under netball skirts. You knew everyone in your street -and so did your parents!
It wasn’t odd to have two or three “best friends” & you would ask them by sending a note asking them to be your best friend. You didn’t sleep a wink on Christmas eve and pretended to sleep for the tooth fairy.
When nobody owned a pure-bred dog. When 50c was decent pocket money. When you’d reach into a muddy gutter for 10c. When nearly everyone’s mum Was there when the kids got home from school. It was magic when dad would “remove” his thumb. When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at the local Chinese restaurant with your family.
When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed her or use him to carry groceries and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it. When being sent to the principal’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home.
Basically, we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! Some of us are still afraid of them!!! Remember when decisions were made by going “eeny-meeny-miney-mo”
or dib dib’s-scissors, paper, rock. “Race issue” meant arguing about who ran the fastest. Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in Monopoly”.
Terrorism was when the older kids were at the end of your street with pea-shooters waiting to ambush you The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was boy/girl germs, and the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one.
Where bluelight disco’s were the equivalent to a Rave, and asking a boy out meant writing a ‘polite’ note getting them to tick ‘yes’ or ‘no’.
When there was always that one ‘HOT’ guy/girl. Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot. Your biggest danger at school was accidentally walking through the middle of a heated game of “brandies”.
Nobody was prettier than your Mum. Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better. Taking drugs meant scoffing orange-flavoured chewable vitamin C’s, or swallowing half a Panadol. Ice cream was considered a basic food group. Going to the beach and catching a wave was a dream come true.
If you actually lived there boogie boarding in the white wash made you the next Kelly Slater. Abilities were discovered because of a “double-dare”. Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.
Now, didn’t that bring back some fond memories?? If you can remember most of these, you’re an Aussie legend!!! Pass this on to another Aussie legend who may need a break from their”grown up” life…
I DOUBLE-DARE YA!!!!!
Have a good one