A PADDLE POP AFTER A SWIM, MUNCHING ON FAIRY BREAD AT A PARTY AND ALWAYS WEARING THONGS. YOU KNOW YOU GREW UP IN AUSTRALIA WHEN …
YOU know you grew up in Australia when … No hat, no play was your life mantra. Never eat soggy Weet-bix means something to you. You still remember one three, double 0, six triple five, 0, six.
You learnt to line dance to nutbush city limits in primary school.
Watching Saturday Disney and wanting the giant prize stash so bad.
How good was the book fair and free-dress day. Only realising as an adult that the games teachers made you play in primary school were to keep you silent: Dead Fish, Heads Down Thumbs Up and Sleeping Lions.
The yearly home delivery of the big yellow book called, wait for it … the Yellow Pages! The only way you made a decision at school was to engrave “yes” and “no” on to your eraser and throw it on the desk.
Turning six lines in to a superman S was the best. Getting a pen licence in Year 5.
Fairy bread was a party staple.
More Milo in the glass than milk. Crunching down on dry two-minute noodles with seasoning, of course.
You felt really super-rich depositing $2 into your Dollarmite account.
The kid with rollups in their lunch box every day was the kingpin of the school.
If your kid currency wasn’t tazos, were you even a kid?
Before Spotify, we discovered music on the So Fresh Albums or Limewire. Tuckshop day was the best day ever. Seriously, growing up in Australia was pretty cool.
Good on ya, Straya!
I GREW up in the ’80s when Bondy helped us win the America’s Cup and when Crocodile Dundee was the biggest movie playing at the Maroochydore cinema. You would hire the VHS player along with your videos including Road House and Big Trouble In Little China from Rainbow Video, only to find out that they put BETA tapes in your plastic bag, which meant you had to go back.
Then on the way home, you would stop in at Maccas, go past the kids having birthday dinner in the buses inside the store, before leaving with your polystyrene containers brimming with beefy, cheesy goodness.
We had no notion of kilojoules, Killerjules or whatever they are. Dad would be on his third stubby and mum would be in the kitchen prepping for the weekend’s beach snacks, which would invariably get turfed in favour of hot chips wrapped in newspaper.
Which, let’s be honest is far more satisfying after three hours of beach cricket where you only got to bat twice because the seven players you started with grew to nearly 30 by lunchtime and several of whom did not adhere to the golden rule: you can’t bat if you don’t field and you certainly can’t go from bat to bowl. We were and still very much are the “lucky country”. Maybe it’s because we live here on the Sunshine Coast we are a little sheltered from the world’s woes, but I like to think it is because of our community.
You only have to look at the recent fire events in Peregian to see how much this community bands together and stands as one. I am glad I grew up here and prouder to see my daughter do the same …
YOU knew you grew up in Australia when … You lived on a farm in Palmwoods and you used to have the best fun, riding around on your dad’s knee on the tractor.
My brother and I believe we had the best childhood. Born and bred here, we had the best of both worlds.
We lived on an avocado farm on Hunchy Rd, iand we used to help pick the fruit from the three acres (1.2ha) of land.
Then we’d package them up and sell them out the front in our homemade fruit stall (we used to get so excited when someone would stop by to grab some supplies). Growing up on the farm was so much fun. We used to see wildlife — in fact, so much of it used to make its way into our house! On one occasion, we had just finished watching the Steve Irwin show — The Crocodile Hunter and as the credits were rolling, a big python slithered under the door and went behind the TV cabinet. My brother and I got so scared (seven and five years old at the time) and sat on top of the dining room table until the snake catcher came to retrieve the snake.
Then, a few months later, we had another incident. This time it was with the bats which used to live in the palm trees out the back. But, this one night in particular, a bat flew into our house and then it disappeared, so we thought it must have flown back out. A week later, my pop came over to measure some curtains for my mum.
And as he went to flick the curtain to start measuring it, a big scary bat flew up from the curtain rod that it was hanging on.
It had been in our house for over a week.
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