The R family decided to venture out to mark the #NationalScienceWeek and we went to the Festival of Bright Ideas at Hobart.
What a fantastic festival! I have so much to write about it but before that I think I need to write about the worst 7 odd minutes of my life first!
So RD parked the car at a car parking and the four of us started to walk towards the festival site. Now one of the things that happens every Saturday at Hobart is the Salamanca Market. So this festival is quite near it.
The weather was pretty sad today. Rains, cold winds and snow on the mountain, but honestly, its Tasmania. We attend festivals no matter what the weather.
R2 refused to wear a jacket. She was wearing a sleeveless t shirt and then just a thin jacket over it. RD and I forced her to wear a bright pink puffer jacket and she carried a BIG BLACK umbrella with her.
She got a bit angry at us and was sulking. She was walking behind us and RD warned R and me, not to walk into the grass because it was very slippery. R and I started to walk on the path and I turned and asked RD ‘Where is R2?’
He looked at me and said ‘Oh isnt she behind us!’ We turned and she had vanished.
What followed was total chaos and I think I lost 10 years of my life. We were in the middle of Salamanca Market shouting R2’s name. I started to panic. R looked around and went in one direction while RD went in another. I started asking the stall holders. I was asking if anyone had seen a little girl in pink puffer jacket with black umbrella. Most people just looked at me as if I was insane. On a side note, I must have looked like one. Wild eyed and shouting R2’s name.
I went to a hotel and a group of 4 old people were sitting enjoying their lunch outside.
‘Have you see a little girl with a pink puffer jacket and black umbrella?’ I asked.
They said no! The waiter serving them asked me where I had seen her last. I said just a few minutes ago.
The old woman and the old man got up and asked me ‘how old is your little one?’
I dont know what happened but I broke down. Whether it was the tone of their voice or my palipating heart, I said she is 4!
Oh my God! said the old woman and 5 other people heard me. They saw me crying and all of them got up from their seats and came rushing.
What colour hair?
What did she wear?
Can she talk?
I am crying and answering questions. Everyone including the waiter start searching. Another group of stall holders are looking for her.
At this point, most people around me are searching for her. A couple of women around me are trying to calm me down.
I am still looking around and running in circles. After 3 minutes, I see the brat walking with her sister GRINNING widely. Can you imagine my shock?
I ran to her and hugged her and she asks me ‘Why are you crying? Whats wrong?’
The crowd started laughing. Like literally laughing. RD and I spent the next 3 minutes thanking everyone and apologising to everyone.
What amazing folks Tassie people are! Like really amazing. Imagine leaving your hot food and searching for a kid in the rains and cold. As soon she was found, they all told RD that they could absolutely understand what we went through. They were kind, understanding and absolutely non-judgemental.