MW wrote:Don't go down that yellow brick road
That was our go to if we got lost as kids when we went there without parents.
You'd just track down the horse drawn cart and jump on the back until your mates found you again, I used to wander off wherever alone wherever we went so the rest of the pack would just leave me on the cart all day.
I even got lost as a 9 year old as we were cutting the line to get into the 1984 State of Origin match @ Footy Park on a Tuesday night amongst more than 50,000 fans, I lost the group for the entire match and we met up about 20 minutes after the game as our ritual was to collect as many budget's after the game as possible.
Copped a bit of a hiding from the old man when I got home though after my brother dobbed me in.