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Quite a few of the recent posts have dragged up some some 'interesting' memories from the dark, deep recesses of my mind. Just when I thought they'd gone for good too...
Like the time when my mother bought me black wellington boots. I must have been no more than around 4 or 5 (Yes, it amazes me that I can remember back that far too! :p). I was most displeased because I had wanted a pair of the fashinable bright red ones, not these 'average' run-of-the-mill black things.
On our return home, I somehow secreted myself in the bathroom with the cat, the offending boots and a tube of red lipstick, where I proceeded to make my black wellingtons red.
When my mother and sister finally managed to get the door open, they discovered I had also given the cat, the toilet seat, the wash basin and the walls a 'touch of rouge' too. I don't recall ever getting to wear my new red wellington boots though....!
Another time, again as a young child, I had decided that I wanted to sweep the floor and can just about remember standing there arguing with my mother about it. She was demanding I give her the brush, I was determined to sweep the floor and gave her the brush off instead.
Eventually, I had to give in and kind of half-slid, half-threw the brush at her saying (and I quote), "Take yer 'effing brush then". Neither my mother or sister could do anything at that point since the tears came to their eyes at this rugrat's defiance!
It wasn't all me though. There was the time when my two sisters and I found it amusing to hang out of the window and shout silly comments to the people passing in the street below, (We lived on the first story of a 'tenement' block of houses). we would shout something silly and then dive back inside the window so that they couldn't see who had shouted.
All was going well until a rather rotund policeman ambled past. One of my sisters shouted down, "Big fat polis' man", and both of them dived in, pulling the window down behind them - leaving me trapped by the window staring into the face of an unamused cop! I guess he thought it wasn't worth bothering about since I appeared to be so young.
* phew
Most of my childhood though was spent doing things that boys do, without a thought for any 'danger' involved. We climbed high trees, played football (soccer) on hard surfaced pitches, played 'kick the can', Tig, and 'Best man's fall - all on roads and pavements.
We got cut, bruised, dirty, sometimes suffered broken bones (not me, thankfully) and had an absolutely wonderful time doing it too. In summer we didn't want to sit indoors playing games, we wanted to be out getting up top msicheif. In winter, we still played outdoors (different games) until it got too dark to see.
Overall though, from the red wellington boots to 'being' a shipwrecked sailor on the park bench, the one thing we ALL had was imagination. Don't rely on it too much of course but, as far as I can remember, I never heard (or said) a complaint of being bored with nothing to do back then.
As it happens, as I grew older, the colour red fell out of favor and I stopped liking it. Wonder why.......!? :p
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Posted by scotslad60 on 2007-11-19 08:45:53 | Rating: | Views: 133
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Really liked this, brought back memories of my childhood.Seems like centuries ago. Im alone now, no one from the past to see in front of me, but I will always have my dreams. Thanks for transporting me. :)
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Posted by atomsmistress1743
on 2007-11-19 08:55:27
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Time flies so fast and gets faster as we age too. We're only ever really alone in our own minds though.
Namaste :)
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Posted by scotslad60
on 2007-11-19 10:01:42
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Lol I hope to god that our kids are nothing like that or else I will be a constant spaz!!
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Posted by Forgetmeknot
on 2007-11-19 11:05:51
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Ahhhhh i like that Jim.
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Posted by honeysuckle
on 2007-11-19 12:03:36
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Yes - brings back fond memories - did you have the welly rings on your legs? long ago scotty - "heid the ba' an' kick the can, forgetmeknot has got a man, an' if ye' want to know his name, his name is scotslad60", hope you remembered the tune, and can sing it to her. thanks for the memories. J
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Posted by 2rivers
on 2007-11-19 15:20:37
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Aye, the welly rings, 'holy toe' socks and dead mice to boot! :)
Forgot all about that song but thanks for the memory. I'l sing it to her later. lol
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Posted by scotslad60
on 2007-11-19 15:50:24
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Sometimes I feel like a young Pauligan trapped in an old...er...I mean...middle-aged body.
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Posted by Pauligan
on 2007-11-21 05:33:15
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hugs left for you and D.
take care.
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Posted by kentlass
on 2007-11-21 11:51:31
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lol I know exactly how you feel paul.
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Posted by scotslad60
on 2007-11-22 06:29:17
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Thank you too Kentlass. Hugz right back at ya - and Stay!!
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Posted by scotslad60
on 2007-11-22 06:29:49
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