"The Scariest Day Of My Life" by Allegra Mason-Anderson
It was time for our trip to the Barossa to restock Dad's wine cellar. I thought we had only gone two weeks ago but we couldn't have because the cellar was empty again. Mum wanted to take the Saab but we ended up going in the Range Rover because Dad said we were "going bush". When we got to the winery, he enabled the four-wheel drive and we parked on the nature strip.
On the way home, Dad asked if I wanted to drive but I think he was joking. Mum fell asleep as she normally does. We were driving through a place called Salisbury when one of our tyres blew out. Dad called the RAA and while we were waiting, Mum took me over to the little shopping centre. I was scared and didn't want to go, but she said it would be fun to see "how the other half lived." It was like going back in time. All the cars were old, at least 90s models. And I saw a real live Indigenous. I didn't think they existed except in fairy tales.
We looked around the shops but couldn't find a David Jones or a Crabtree & Evelyn so Mum was angry and said we were in the Outback and it was all Dad’s fault. On the way back to the car, I saw people wearing clothes with no brand-names and funny slippers on their feet. Some people looked like they had never even heard of Toni & Guy. It was really scary. I thought we were going to be rolled for my Manalo Blahniks imported from America and Mum was holding onto her $400 Oroton handbag for dear life. When we got back to the car, the RAA had changed the tyre and Dad was asleep in the front seat. Mum drove us back to civilisation and our cook made us dinner. I went to bed and watched Foxtel on my 2 metre plasma screen until I fell asleep.