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I could tell you a few stories about my childhood,
Times when TV was a novelty, and we had to make our own fun.
Getting up on a freezing cold morning
To porridge and toast for breakfast,
Then walk the three miles to school.
No computer games, but we could
Throw a small ball against a wall,
And bounce it behind the tape to score.
Hopscotch, skipping ropes and cardboard boxes as a sled
Down grassy or snowy banks,
Building snowmen with carrot noses and black eyes of coal.
Scrabbling through a narrow gap in the hedge
Coming out the other side with grimy hands
And dirty clothes, but the best pinched apples.
Times when your Mom would hold you close
When you’re cold or frightened,
Lead the way through the dark after the candle burned out,
Making sure you want for nothing.
We never went without the important things.
Love this, SOOO much!! Brought back all the warm and fuzzies from my childhood 🙂 Excellent
Thank you. I have wonderful memories of my childhood.
Beautiful memories
Most are true……….. I only had a mile to walk to school though.
Such sweet memories.
I was lucky and had a good childhood filled with happy memories.
I’m glad I’m not alone in having wonderful childhood memories. Seems most people had horrific childhoods and had very few pleasant memories… This was a joy to read!
Thanks Val. I didn’t have to walk 3 miles to school though, only 1.
Nice. It brought back old memories of sliding down the grassy hill near my house, on flattened cardboard. Also, in elementary school throwing the red playground balls against the wall (the one we could throw against!). Most of the girls played four-square. I walked to school as well, but not very far. Later I took the school bus. Like you, I had a good childhood.
As a young child, Mum would walk the mile to school with us (three sounded better in my tale, though my Dad walked five!!) When I was at grammar school, I had to catch a school bus as we lived more than five miles away. Those grammar school days are not happy memories, but those of my childhood definitely are.
Awe this is so beautiful Di! So touching! I can almost imagine I am there!
Thanks. I was very lucky growing up.
A childhood worth remembering !
I was very lucky.