The rumbles begin at 7.45am. Excited, adrenalin pumping, the population of the hills run to their backyards. Saturday morning peace is completely blown to bits and the everyone between the ages of 18-25 cringe and roll over in bed, stuffing their face into their pillows. On and on and on and on the drone continues, until finally subsiding at 3pm. By 5, only the stragglers and retentive are still at it, until sunset and mossies force them inside.
Shopping centres are the village squares of the Hills District.
They are where people gather to shop, for recreation, to have standing screaming arguments with 3 year olds and spouses alike. This is where we buy, eat, enjoy the latest Hollywood flop, socialise and congregate. One subculture that must be noted here is that of children's sports. The Hills District is littered with various levels of sporting complexes, both indoor and outdoor, that cater to every 10 year olds whim. The 10 - 14 year olds love this Saturday ritual, the mother's love the 2 hours peace at home.