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I took Abi to the Royal Show on the first Saturday it was open. I wasn't in Perth to take her last year, but I took her the year before that and she loved it. Because her parents are from South Africa they don't really know what the 'Standard Perth Childhood Things To Do' are, so they just leave it up to me to take her places. Having said that, I only went to the show once when I was a kid. I was in primary school and I remember everyone getting so excited and saving up all their pocket money. Two brothers in the next street were famous for saving their pocket money for the whole year and blowing a couple of hundred dollars each at the show.
I used to be a good runner and few days before the interschool carnival the athletics team were training on the top oval. Me and two mates were playing chasey and as I ran away from one of the guys, the other one stuck his leg out and tripped me up. I fell and broke my collarbone. Obviously I couldn't compete in the carnival and I was pretty upset about it. To cheer me up my mum announced that she was taking me (JUST me!) to The Royal Show. My brothers gave strict instructions as to which showbag we had to buy for them, and off we went. Going to the show with your arm in a sling probably isn't the best way to experience it. Not only does it make things more awkward, but it is quite painful because there isn't much they can do for a broken collarbone. There is no protective cast to keep things in place so trying to navigate your way through hundreds of people can take time.
Anyway, we looked for some suitable rides and decided on a ghost train. It was one of the ones where you stand up in a big birdcage thing. I was deemed unfit to go by myself, and mum didn't want to, so I had to share the cage with one of the guys who operate the ride. He kept saying "ooooOOoOoOOOOoH! Are you ScAAAREd!?", as he tickled me with a feather duster. I was scared, but not because of the ride....
For some reason we chose an obstacle course for the next event. I somehow managed to get all the way through it and as I was coming down the slide I tipped back and my skirt went over my head. With one arm in a sling and the other one trapped against my body I couldn't sit up, and Mum was laughing so hard that she couldn't come over to help me. We decided to go and see the fireworks. We found our spot on the grass and sat and waited. Some kid ran past and waved a sparkler in my face. The sparks that landed on my cheeks didn't hurt too much. The one that got in my eye stung for a while longer... We bought our showbags and waited to be picked up by Dad. He scolded us all the way home for spending $10 on what is essentially a few funsize chocolate bars.
I hope Abi had more fun :-P
I used to be a good runner and few days before the interschool carnival the athletics team were training on the top oval. Me and two mates were playing chasey and as I ran away from one of the guys, the other one stuck his leg out and tripped me up. I fell and broke my collarbone. Obviously I couldn't compete in the carnival and I was pretty upset about it. To cheer me up my mum announced that she was taking me (JUST me!) to The Royal Show. My brothers gave strict instructions as to which showbag we had to buy for them, and off we went. Going to the show with your arm in a sling probably isn't the best way to experience it. Not only does it make things more awkward, but it is quite painful because there isn't much they can do for a broken collarbone. There is no protective cast to keep things in place so trying to navigate your way through hundreds of people can take time.
Anyway, we looked for some suitable rides and decided on a ghost train. It was one of the ones where you stand up in a big birdcage thing. I was deemed unfit to go by myself, and mum didn't want to, so I had to share the cage with one of the guys who operate the ride. He kept saying "ooooOOoOoOOOOoH! Are you ScAAAREd!?", as he tickled me with a feather duster. I was scared, but not because of the ride....
For some reason we chose an obstacle course for the next event. I somehow managed to get all the way through it and as I was coming down the slide I tipped back and my skirt went over my head. With one arm in a sling and the other one trapped against my body I couldn't sit up, and Mum was laughing so hard that she couldn't come over to help me. We decided to go and see the fireworks. We found our spot on the grass and sat and waited. Some kid ran past and waved a sparkler in my face. The sparks that landed on my cheeks didn't hurt too much. The one that got in my eye stung for a while longer... We bought our showbags and waited to be picked up by Dad. He scolded us all the way home for spending $10 on what is essentially a few funsize chocolate bars.
I hope Abi had more fun :-P