Back long ago when we was young.

Simple Games

Long ago when we was young, it all seemed easier to have close friends and fun.

Back long ago when we could be blithe happy and gay. When gay meant bright and happy and wicked was bad  and not good back in the day.

I know nothing was really better but time has waved a magic wand over my memory. It has white washed the pains of my early childhood and hidden some truths from me.

Lets stay with the manipulated  memories just for now. The blue skies , the endless summer days when we ran free on our summer holidays. The wonders of nature plants and animals, home when we were hungry I remember more “cansfrom then than “cants”.

Then the memories become clear first days at school, where I learnt the world and children are cruel.

Happiest days Of my life ?

Yes I learnt the meaning of unhappiness, it was my first lessen at school. I have told you all of this before so you need not listen to it any more. It did not last for ever, though at the time it felt like I was an outcast to be be accepted NEVER.

Yet time did move on and my first love came and went with all it wonders and joys heaven bent. Then the grief of a broken heart hiding in my room thinking my life was finished. This was it for always, gloom.

Another lessen in time, this too does not last for ever, though healed it is never forgot. The few friends gleaned over the years comforted me and I soon  moved on, another lad and exams time to swat!

School ended and suddenly I was thrown in at the deep end woo! New skills, new friends new tormentors to tease me too. They were never unkind though, and helped me flourish and blossom  they taught me a lot of what I know.

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Happy days and I had already met my man so when we got married we invited the whole works gang.

Changes ever present,my life was always in flux as soon as I was pregnant we were on the move. It was hubby’s job he made the bigger bucks.

Back long ago when we was young the babies came and we had passed on our name. Back long ago when we was young, time has got the brush out and I see picnic on the beach blue skies and sun! Back long ago it was all fun?

Sun, Sea and Sand

Was it all fun, well maybe not but we were young. We had hardly any money but we kept away from debt we only had that which we could truly afford to get.

Back long ago when we was young, what would I change if I was there back long ago. There are things I would run from and things I would change  but who’s to know what good any changes would of done. Sitting here thinking I know I’d not change anything that would deny me my beloved sons .

I suppose, looking back from now the answer would be no! When we was young.Back long ago  There’s plenty more in these memories of mine, but it’s already said or for another time.Looking back when we was young. Back long ago.


Author: willowdot21

Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light ?? I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well. I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.

6 thoughts on “Back long ago when we was young.”

  1. I’ve always felt I was born in the wrong era. I understand that each generation has it’s trials and difficulties, but your words make me long for a simpler time that just seems happier, whether or not it really was. That magic wand can white wash out the pain and sometimes it can white wash out the blessings we have now. Intriguing thoughts, as always, my good friend

  2. I sit here and think of songs.
    I think of “Glory Days” by Bruce Springsteen
    I think of that line in ‘Affirmations’ by Savage Garden that says “I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do”
    I think of “So young” by the Corrs and “Grandma’s Feather Bed” by John Denver,
    I think of “I’ll follow you down” by the Gin Blossoms and “Give me a Home among the Gum Trees”, “That’s what Friends are for” Stevie Wonder, “you got a friend in me” by Randy Newman (remember that in Toy Story), “Tears in Heaven” by Eric Clapton, “I’ve had the time of my Life” from Dirty Dancing, “endless summer Nights” Richard Marx, “Happy Together” The Turtles, “Wind beneath my wings” Bette Midler, “Remember the Days” Cat Stevens, “Young Years” Dragon, “The Summer of ’69” Bryan Adams, “Anything You Can Do I can do Better”, “Grease Lightnin'”, The Bus Stop – ie the dance, “YMCA” Village People, “Nutbush City Limits” Tina Turner, “Time Warp” Rocky Horror Picture Show, “Obladi Oblada” The Beatles, “Supercalafragalisticexpieladocious” Mary Poppins, “Never Gonna Die” The Choirboys, “Walking on Sunshine” Katrina & the Waves, “Electric Dreams”, “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” Cindi Lauper, “It’s Still Rock and Roll to Me” Billy Joel, “Didn’t we Almost Have It All” Whitney Huston”, “World of Our Own” The Seekers, “Puff the Magic Dragon” Peter Paul and Mary, “Thank God I’m a Country Boy” John Denver, “Baa Baa Black sheep”

  3. OH! Jill you have really rung some bells with me Walking on Sunshine, Happy together, not to mention, Peter Paul and Mary, The Seekers! And John Denver. It looks like you have many musical markers just like I do, strange isn’t it I think we are a generation defined by music. I am delighted that I have awoken these memories for you!!

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