We discovered an interesting thing on New Year’s Eve – my son is terrified of fireworks. I’m sure it will pass, but we really didn’t expect him to go from awe to hysterics in just a few minutes at the 9pm fireworks show.
For the night, instead of heading into the big city (which would be madness with a one and a half year old in a pram), we drove up to Gosford and the Central Coast region to see our friend Cathy, who had just returned to the area after a year in WA. We didn’t get there until mid afternoon, we spent a few hours at the large Erina Fair shopping centre (almost entirely for the air conditioning – it was 35 degrees plus, but just a dress rehearsal for the next day’s heat!) and then headed to The Entrance, where the fireworks were on at 9.30pm. Drinks, picnic dinner, the whole thing.
We got a great position near the water, and the crowd got bigger and bigger until we were hemmed right in. Will was quite amusing, trying to escape every five minutes, and desperately wanting to get on the nearby jumping castle. But then the fireworks…
He went from fascinated and interested…
To about two minutes later, downright terrified! He was very, very upset…
Another ten minutes after they were all over and he was fine of course… but by then it was past 10pm and he was upset for a whole lot of other reasons, mostly just being tired.
We headed back to Sydney then, and interestingly were able to get down the freeway in just an hour, and made it as far as Pomona Street Pennant Hills, just off the main road, and that gave us a perfect long distance view of the main Sydney fireworks at midnight. Interesting way to finish things…
Happy New Year again, and all that š