...the many things that you remember as a kid or teenager...

[Mr Stickyfingers]

I remember Watford markets and having cockles with my Dad. I loved them
Winkles conjour up images I shouldn't have
I know what they are, I've never had them, but the name still makes me laugh even at my age!
Saddo!

…believe me Febs… you dodged a bullet there sweet lady!… consider yourself to be a very lucky lady indeed lol!… cheers.

 

[Mr Stickyfingers]

…seeing an Ad today on TV for a charity (The Smith Family perhaps?… I can’t quite remember)… they show a schoolkid with a piece of paper for a school excursion to be signed by a parent and just putting it down because the kid knows that the parents can’t afford it… I’ve been in that position before now… it’s not a good feeling…

…when my parents decided to emmigrate to Australia from the slums of East End London in the early 60’s as 10 Pound immigrants I was only 14 six days after landing in Australia… we were absolutely broke for about the first 3 years or more until mum and dad managed to get on their feet… (I admire them so much for being brave enough to do such a thing… bless them both for their sacrifice for a better life for us 3 kids)…

…anyway… from the age of 14 through to the age of 17 roughly… at school whenever there were school excursions… because we were so broke… I never could afford to go on them… I never disliked my parents because I couldn’t go because at that age… thankfully… I was mature enough to understand as to why I couldn’t go… it wasn’t their fault… but in front of all my schoolmates I pretended to be the ‘cool’ guy… I didn’t want to go on the ‘stupid’ school excursions… I decded that I’d rather hang around in the ‘dropkick class’ that remained back at school while everyone was out for the day…

…aw man!… I had always wished how much I was with them… it sure cut into me deeply… but it was what it was… but… I always pretended that I wasn’t fazed by it… as I said… it was a horrible feeling… every time that Ad comes on… it gets to me… even at 71 years of age… oh well… memories are what they are I guess?… you can’t change what has happened… I just feel sad for the kids nowadays that have the same thing happening to them… the poor things… cheers.