What We Miss
Monday, July 21st, 2008OZ Blog Writer Phoenix Arrien
Our street is quiet now. The family across the road have moved away. They were the noisiest bunch that ever hit our suburban street. Single mum with four kids and several visiting step-children plus girlfriends of sons often hanging out in the house or outside on the front porch, yard and street.
Those ‘modified’ cars that throbbed with techno music and screeched down the streets. Many nights of thumping rock music, loud swearing, drunken yelling, fights and ‘altercations’ would bring police for visits. With sirens screaming, lights flashing, we neighbours would have something to see through our windows.
Now they are gone, it’s quiet. Like many middle-class Australian suburbs. But wouldn’t you know it, there is something missing….strangely. The place is too quiet. Now they are gone I remember the chats the mum and I had about kids and life. How her youngest child and my eldest played together. How she let my kids play on her blow-up playground until it was destroyed like everything else.
The workmen are in there right now, clearing the place of rubbish and fixing the house up, ready for a new family.
I hope they are noisy.
