Leave town for a while and grow up. It's good advice given to a lot of young people. Some go to university and get it out of the way. Some go on an OE. Some go to the city or another town to work.
A few years back it was the best way to test the boundaries of acceptable behaviour without that behaviour being talked about all over town. Everyone at uni was doing it. No-one in London or Sydney or Auckland knew you so it didn't matter.
Not that we really did much wrong, back in the day. It was just part of growing up.
It's not quite so easy for kids these days.
They are the most connected generation yet - switched on and hooked in. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, blogspot, the internet, texting. Anything they do is up there in an instant for all their mates to admire and share and comment on.
How would a dead pig, half butchered and with its head cut off, end up on the beach at Rarangi?
Half-butchered may also be an exaggeration of what had been done to "process" the carcass. Apparently about the only meat taken off the animal was the backstraps.
The legs were still tied together, probably from the hunter carrying the pig out of the bush. But there's not a lot of bush near that end of Rarangi Beach - what is known as Blue Gum Corner where the road to Rarangi takes a sharp left turn and heads along parallel to the beach.
A friend discovered the decaying mess last week when he was out on the beach on his daily walk with his dog. He may not have been the first to see it, and surely would not have been the last.
His question: why do it?
Sometimes it would be nice to keep childhood memories just as they are. Innocent, unthinking acceptance of the world as it looks to a six-year-old.
But life doesn't work that way. We grow up to discover that some of the things we saw as children mean something quite different.
We realised that the movies we saw weren't real, but we didn't think too hard about what was going on in the background.
The Sound of Music was set against the start of World War II, with scary moments and a few nasty German sympathisers, but it was all beautiful scenery, fun and laughter, the kids were always up to something and there was a happy ending. It wasn't until years later reading the book that I realised what the von Trapp family had been through - and that Hollywood had gone overboard with the sugar coating.
This week we took ourselves off to see Saving Mr Banks, the story about Walt Disney's battle to get the movie rights from P L Travers to make what became the family classic Mary Poppins. It is funny, interesting and sad.
The number of young people in Marlborough is about to drop considerably.
It is the time of year our teenagers studying at tertiary institutes head off to start their academic year.
Returning students are already heading off to set up flats or sort things out - or maybe just to get settled in before the official orientation starts. First year students will be getting ready for life in a hall of residence or in their first flat.
It is an exciting time for them.
For a place like Marlborough, it is also a sad time when many of our promising young people leave. Some will return - though perhaps not for 10 or 15 years; many won't. Like many other regional centres around the country, it is an annual exodus.
New staff in the newsroom always adds something different to the team.
Apart from the new personalities, they have different interests and have had different experiences to call on.
Chloe Winter joined us two weeks ago after working for the paper in her home town of Turangi.
It is her first venture on to the Mainland, and she has survived this far.
Chloe was on duty during the weekend, and today's paper shows she is happy working with both words and a camera. The pictures from the Beer Fest on Saturday are her work.
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