Our background is in primary aged childcare and therefore, our last day for 2013 was spent entertaining camping children during the daylight hours. Taking them for rides on a tandem gave them moments of share thrills as the route chosen took us over tree roots and slight rising sand dunes. Wearing no helmets meant the wind could breeze through their hair, the shrieks of laughter were better than a honk of a car giving pedestrians the heads up to stay left. The queue for passengers incrementally grew, handing over the front seat, brakes, gears and steering to volunteering Dad’s was welcomed when it happened.
Zombie tag featured as a loved game by the kids. This is where one person starts off wearing a wrist band with the name ‘Zombie Tag’. Giving the other players 20 seconds to scatter, a whistle is blown and off the first zombie goes to try to tag others to become zombies. They too have a wrist band affixed once tagged and then head out to try to tag others. The last person tagged wins and with it, a chocolate Freedo Frog prize as reward. I was the first Zombie for the first game so that had them scattering further afield than usual. During the last game, I was the last to be tagged as a Zombie so had 20 odd kids chasing after me and when they cottoned onto taking relay turns to run me down, I eventually ran out of puff and collapsed onto the ground!
As light faded, spirits had certainly lifted around the camp on the eve of the new year, there was happiness because the sun had delivered a summers day that was one of the best yet. It had nothing to do with the rum, vodka, bourbon spirits or wine and beer being lifted to people’s mouths!
Spencer Holiday Beach Park had set up a disco for revellers to shake their booty leading up to the count-down. The music blemished old and new, kids danced liked there was no one watching where as adults, they danced only when night had fallen so as to hide their embarrassment … because everyone was in-fact watching. Bad booty I guess!
You wouldn’t have seen me dancing neither, I could hardly walk after the tag games earlier in the day. So much so that for me, it was a new year yawn and asleep for this zombie-fied body. I was happy.
Age is unforgiving when you try to act like a kid y’know.
Happy New Year everyone.