When the Cheshire emerges...

Dubbo is generally a friendly place to anyone walking down the street or visiting. People will often say hello to you as you walk past, and some are happy to help if you need a hand. I found myself saying good morning to a European tourist as I walked to work on Anzac Day...

I had that experience in quite the unique way on a recent day off.

Dubbo's Victoria Park

To paint a picture, I decided on a late-afternoon trip to the park to just lay in the dwindling sun and read. I did that, nearly fell asleep, then as I was coming to realise the sun was rapidly going, prepared myself to get up to leave.

I hear a yell, look ahead of me and see a group of Aboriginal girls walking in my direction. I return to reading before I hear a 'Hello' behind me. I sit up, and find five of them sitting down to make me part of their circle.

Around Dubbo, you see a lot of groups of Aboriginal kids walking around on any given day. I've never had the chance to interact with any of them in a quiet environment and I was curious, so I stuck around.

They were just on their way to the main street and needed a rest. They were all probably between 10 and 14, and a very inquisitive group. They asked me some very personal questions - that on first meeting someone weren't appropriate at all, but were in no way threatening. They thought I was about 18 too, which was nice...

It didn't seem like they had a lot to do, and I think like many tweens, they just wanted someone to give them some time. And I did that. I engaged with them, tried to ask them about general things. I admired their curiosity and, to be honest, how easy they found it to approach a stranger and speak to them - although being a bit older I soon found the whole thing a bit awkward. I got up and left once I found myself on the outer of their conversation; they'd made themselves comfortable and my rumbling stomach told me it was time to make an exit.

The whole thing reminded me of our younger years and how we want everyone to take us seriously, to think we're mature. Their confidence in approaching a stranger was a show of that youthfulness, but came across in a way many would consider to be abrupt. I mentioned the event to people who worried it was more sinister than what it was, but I refused to jump to those conclusions. Sometimes you just want to interact with someone out of your immediate zone.

I walked away knowing I'd done the right thing, in my own way having expressed the friendly nature of Dubbo.

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You leave old habits behind by starting out with the thought,
I release the need for this in my life.

Uh, how cool is Google's latest feature? Just sayin'.

The parents have been here with me for almost 48 hours now, making the 13 hour drive through a harsh sun and then electrical storms. All in one piece - and then some. The amount of stuff we unloaded from the car was absolutely ridiculous. I asked for some clothes, two pairs of boots, my Europe 2011 mementos and holiday gear, taking up two overnight bags, and also a mirror to hang up. Not too much. But then I look at the floor and see bags taking up half the space. Where's the carpet? Where's the caaaarrrrpettt?



It will be interesting to open these bags tomorrow - Christmas 2011 has somehow turned into The Katina Show.

My parents have also been quite indulgent as they insist on trying to spruce up my place and provide me with more utensils, which is huuuugely unnecessary. Dad bought me a crusher blender thing to make smoothies. They saw a little bit of frustration from me to say the least - now I have to use this thing!

But I'm glad they're here.

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In other Christmasy news, we published a Letters To Santa liftout last week where kids gave the paper their wishes for presents for us to pass on to the big man. And they were awesome. I'm going to write just a few I thought were great.

Lily, 6yo: I would like for Christmas an iPod Touch, iPhone, iPad and water bottle, necklace, earrings and ring.

WAY too many kids this age were asking for iPhones etc, cute but scary at the same time.

Xavier, 8yo, knew his spy lie detector was from BigW which I thought was observant. He's done his research.

Jorja, 6yo, wanted a baby kitten that had not opened its eyes...

Some of the older kids knew Santa had a big trip ahead of him...

Patrick, 8yo: I would like for Christmas a BMX bike please. Have a great flight around Australia, be safe.

Among other things, Maddison, 5yo, wanted "fake nails that you can nip off". She wasn't the only one.

Lara, THREEyo: I would like for Christmas some new high heels. SHE WAS THREE. HUH?


I want to know your opinion - are kids asking for too much too soon?

Merry Christmas everyone!
xoxox