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I’m getting older; at 48 years old, I never truly believed I would make middle age. Yesterday I was 21 years old, over night I changed, grew older, got greyer, balder and started to recall memories I thought I had forgotten. Tonight I have just watched the ‘One Show,’ a rare thing for me; I don’t often get time to sit down and watch TV. In this topical magazine programme, they had a segment on ‘nostalgia,’ remembering the ‘good old days’ and looking back towards better times. Of course not all of the past was good, but as people we do tend to only remember the happy times and for me I look back with fondness at my childhood, in a way, I never thought I would!
On Roaming Brit, I do write about my childhood experiences often in ‘Short Stories From My Youth,’ it is a part of my legacy, that I want to leave for family and friends to read. I have become far more aware of my own mortality in recent times, especially now, approaching my fifties and I do find myself looking back to the 1970s with special significance. Reflecting is a mechanism I use to feel at ease, comfortable and confident with my own sense of well-being. My happiness today is firmly built around my ability to recall events forty or more years ago, remembering what made me the person I am today.
Everything was so much simpler when I was a wee lad; the days seemed longer, the family was bigger and I had more friends than I can remember. There were so many personalities in and out of my life, I just can’t recall all of them today. Everyone was an Uncle or Aunt, there were Cousins and neighbours, popping round for a cup of tea or a Harvey’s Bristol Cream and there were always visitors patting you on the head, rubbing your hair or kissing you on the cheek, leaving a trail of saliva in their wake. There were so many characters in fact that loneliness was never an option; just fun filed days exploring a brand new World of excitement, new experiences and places yet to explore!
During the 1970s, I built friendships and relationships with others on a face to face basis, there was no social media or computers, smart phones or tablets, there was just good old fashioned talking or a phone box conversation at the end of the road, spending two pence to speak in secret with my friend in Abbey Field Drive. All of my peers lived a short distance away, spending time in and out of each others houses, enjoying the best of childhoods. None of us came from wealthy families, but we all had enough to get by. There were no designer clothes and expensive trainers, just home cut hair and hand me down clothes!
These are the days I remember; much simpler, Christmas lights shining brighter, snow falling deeper, the sun shining brighter. These are the events that shaped my character, taking a trip down memory lane, harking back with thought and fervour, during trying and testing times. These were the special moments so important for me today, these were the beginnings of independence, during the best days of my life.
On Roaming Brit, I do write about my childhood experiences often in ‘Short Stories From My Youth,’ it is a part of my legacy, that I want to leave for family and friends to read. I have become far more aware of my own mortality in recent times, especially now, approaching my fifties and I do find myself looking back to the 1970s with special significance. Reflecting is a mechanism I use to feel at ease, comfortable and confident with my own sense of well-being. My happiness today is firmly built around my ability to recall events forty or more years ago, remembering what made me the person I am today.
Everything was so much simpler when I was a wee lad; the days seemed longer, the family was bigger and I had more friends than I can remember. There were so many personalities in and out of my life, I just can’t recall all of them today. Everyone was an Uncle or Aunt, there were Cousins and neighbours, popping round for a cup of tea or a Harvey’s Bristol Cream and there were always visitors patting you on the head, rubbing your hair or kissing you on the cheek, leaving a trail of saliva in their wake. There were so many characters in fact that loneliness was never an option; just fun filed days exploring a brand new World of excitement, new experiences and places yet to explore!
During the 1970s, I built friendships and relationships with others on a face to face basis, there was no social media or computers, smart phones or tablets, there was just good old fashioned talking or a phone box conversation at the end of the road, spending two pence to speak in secret with my friend in Abbey Field Drive. All of my peers lived a short distance away, spending time in and out of each others houses, enjoying the best of childhoods. None of us came from wealthy families, but we all had enough to get by. There were no designer clothes and expensive trainers, just home cut hair and hand me down clothes!
These are the days I remember; much simpler, Christmas lights shining brighter, snow falling deeper, the sun shining brighter. These are the events that shaped my character, taking a trip down memory lane, harking back with thought and fervour, during trying and testing times. These were the special moments so important for me today, these were the beginnings of independence, during the best days of my life.
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