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.

window dressing

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.


The Photo Album

Photo Album

2011 - Downeu

The Photo album what secrets it hides the merry go round that is our lives.

There sits the album, I bet it looks quite innocent to you. What secrets and memories are hidden within its covers. Open it up set them free let all of the years rolls away and bring back different days to you and me.

Look at the children see how they have grown who’d of believed such wonderful flowers could bloom from the seeds we had sewn. Look at those smiles those innocent eyes lets airbrush the darkness each of us tries to disguise. There we are on our first holiday, happy to not be at work and really away and this one is of our first foreign vacation looking relaxed no sign of the planning it had taken.


Collage

There it is in black and white the pattern of our life

There it is in black and white the ups and downs, the pattern of our life. Its been  fun and its been hard our hopes and fears at the turn of a card.Look it frays around the edges the pictures blur and merge and stick together in big wedges. 

family snaps

life in technicolour

Now with more to look back on then to look forward to, life takes on a technicolour hue. Still with blurred edges it’s true. I wish the truth I could forget, it grieves me so ..but yet. Like all of us I smile and hide the fear and pain that walked large and free through the world inhabited by you and me. Heading toward the setting sun, most of my life is now done. The ones I love , the ones I fear they are still with me they are still here.

Yes here is the album of our lives, lets gather our memories and keep them safe. We will wrap them all away and keep them happy and  safe until another day.

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