Without having grown up in Adelaide, I never experienced the excitement and buzz that is the Royal Adelaide show as a kid.
And having grown up in Canberra, I didn’t really get to experience any Royal Show unless my parents drove us to Sydney for the Royal Easter Show – an exhibition of cotton candy grandeur, ferris wheel heaven and more stalls and sideshows than you can poke a toffee apple at.
This year, as usual, we took the kids (5 and 7) to do the obligatory rides, show bags and enjoy the little ladies taking in the amazement and wonder of one of their favourite festive occasions.
They tried everything from sideshows to rock climbing and the eldest has since joined Cubs, thanks to the Scouts SA exhibition.
But once they were safe and sound and somewhat sugared up at their mother’s house (they’re my beautiful step-daughters), Matthew and I decided it was time for some childish fun at the Show!
We arrived late on the last night of the Royal Adelaide Show’s ten day stretch, so there were only a few keen revellers left.
Teamed up with a couple of our best mates, we ate dippy dogs, drank Coopers beer and bought the remaining show bags from exhausted vendors – we didn’t actually care what was in them!
I ended up with two magazine bags with peak caps and sunglasses (Exactly the same bag. Why? Because they were two for one and I was excited!), my friend Anania bought a Chewbacca backpack and we all consumed more cinnamon doughnuts than should be legal.
But the best bit was the rides, or should I say the worst!
Anania and Troy insisted on going on all of the rides, and I am a scaredy cat. However, once the ticket is bought, one must commit.
We rode on two ghost trains, which apparently are not scary, but that’s not the impression everyone outside the ride got when I disembarked the carriage; in fact people on the ride next door asked if I was ok as they could hear me from there.
The ‘family fun’ roller coaster photo speaks for itself:
If I wasn’t screaming in faux terror, I was laughing so hard it hurt my face and my sides.
The Royal Adelaide Show is not just for kids, and if you can go late enough at night, you can join the rest of the ‘kidults’ who are reliving their childhood joy at one of Adelaide’s favourite annual events.
I can absolutely recommend everything (except perhaps the ghost train) and urge you to get a babysitter, get off the couch or forgo that night at the movies and have a laugh at the Show.
By Libby Parker