Apologies all – the water use thread has sparked some thoughts.
I have many fond memories of growing up in Canberra. One of my favourites was walking in the rain when I was delivering junk mail. I used to get sopping wet walking around O’Connor and Lyneham – but I was a kid and didn’t really care. I knew that a warm shower and trakky daks were waiting for me at home.
I remember the lead up to sports or swimming carnivals and the like. We would listen to the radio to see if it was going to rain – it was a real possibility. If it was raining, we’d listen too because Turner Primary or Lyneham High would announce that the carnival was postponed and to come to school as normal for a day inside instead.
Riding around the place was great in the rain. Sometimes the drains would block up and you’d race your BMX through the water while standing up on the seat to avoid getting wet.
We’d all crane our necks in the car when passing over bridges to see how full the stormwater drains were.
Rain meant the half-pipe at the Belconnen skate park wasn’t an option – you’d slip over too much, so you’d think of something else to do.
The base of Bruce Ridge had a permanent reed bed pond that was always full of water and we’d trap tadpoles in glass jars and watch them grow legs at home.
Our hockey club was raising money to install a drainage system on Southwell Park to make it less muddy (no-one had heard of greywater recycling)!
Old people had plastic bags over their bicycle saddles so they could taken them off and use the dry seat when they had finished at the shops.
Mum used to be annoyed by ‘grass stains’ on our clothing.
I used to own and regularly use a rain jacket.
I’m sick of the extended, never farking ending drought/global warming/impending ice age/figment of my imagination.