Years of our lives

“It is never too late to have a happy childhood”


~Tom Robbins~

I could sugar coat it.

My childhood,

that is.

No~one wants to read of sadness and

abuse , do they?

Or do they?

Bookstores across the world have

shelves and shelves

of stories ( gut wrenching, horrible tales)

of miserable childhoods that seem to

appeal to people, they sell so fast.

I could write of endless days at the play park

and swings and

seaside holidays with buckets and spades.

Puppy dogs and gingham ribbons in my hair.

Fact,

those things didn't happen to me.

BUT...

what did happen ~

 is that I grew into

( hopefully ) a fairly well adjusted adult.

I married and have two beautiful sons.

I relived a marvellous childhood

through them and with them.

Lego.

Football.

Cartoons.

Bedtime stories and funfairs.

Endless hugs and kisses.

Sand in our toes and sandwiches on days at the beach.

Childhood.

Loved.

Relived.


This post prompted by
The May Challenge, which you can read about
here.