Here I am, at the show with my beautifully dressed Mum, Dad and sister. I can't believe my Mum is wearing pantyhose and my Dad, a sport's coat! These days jeans, short shorts (never mind the legs!) and thongs are de riguer. Anyway, I'm the fat kid clutching with grim determination to my little Arnott, Mills and Ware's biscuit case. Apparently I screamed my head off if anyone was brave enough to try and take it from me...and from the expression on my face I don't doubt this for a second. My Mum believed that a fat kid was a healthy kid and as you can see, I was a very healthy little girl! Ha!
I love this photo though, it's one of my favourites despite my rather piggy-ish appearance.
"this little piggy..."
Some quick notes on The Perth Royal Show:
Established in 1831 as a showcase for W.A agriculture, livestock and industry.
Although events like sheep dog trials, wood chopping and equestrian events are still held, the main reason people go to the show today is to spend oodles of money on showbags and terrifying rides...and in my case, Churros!
if those guys in khaki don't win a prize, this game's definetely rigged!
a touch of Modernism, see it in the background...
(not a pair of pantyhose in sight!)
Aussie, Aussie, Aussie!
And to end, a pic of the first and only time I have been on a Ghost Train...
with Annabel, Luna Park, St Kilda.
This was taken on our way in...we closed our eyes the second we "crashed" through whatever those doors are called that you crash through and our eyes remain closed for the duration of the ride. I am still a scaredy-cat: (the Chair Lift was my only "ride" today!) Annabel however, likes them fast, high and vomit inducing! (just like her Dad and big Sister...)