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ah... a time of simple pleasures...
Written by Leo (573 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
| The heady days of infant school. Football, had, bung overs and wet playtimes. Balsa wood planes, art and assembly. Cross legged recitations of hymns, before clearing the hall for country dancing. Toad in the hole and steamed pudding, topped off with a boiled sweet on Friday if we were good. (50) |
Written by wattle (117 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
Thank you Leo --- next please (this could be fun)  |
hehe
Written by Snodlander (507 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
| It and feignights. Christmas chains made from gummy paper. Cloth bags hung over the back of tiny chairs to hold books. Tracing round carboard coins to learn about the arcane money system, when LSD didn't mean drugs. Reading books in the hall when it rained at playtime. Conkers. Not a car in sight at hometime. |
Written by Witzl (1585 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
Scared of bullies. Scared of my own voice offering answers in class. Brown paper bag with sandwich in waxed-paper, apple, carrot sticks, tin-foil-wrapped nickel for carton of milk. Danny Grover drank milk through his nose: yuck. Popular girls playing jacks wouldn't let me join in; I couldn't play anyway.
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Written by ellipinnock (1753 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
| Running from one thing to another, always late. Spiky hair, spikier attitude. Skipping lunch. Going home in the dark soaking wet because I refused to wear a coat. Watching Neighbours and wasting time. Cutting afternoon school to go to work. Getting caught. Escaping and not looking back. Tears. Laughter. |
Written by Fledermaus (3448 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
| United outcasts amongst the snobs. Small gathering of geeks and goths at the corner of the courtyard. We talked about mythology, they talked about hockey. We were smart, they were dumb. We were interesting, they were popular. Girls fancied me, I was to ignorant to notice. So many missed chances... |
Written by Phil (6838 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
Primary:Rolling up masses of little balls of coloured tissue paper to make a collage. Warm milk. Getting legs slapped. Angela Whitely. Marbles.
Secondary: Smoking. Reciting lines of 'The Young Ones.' Trying to be cool - failing. Susan - ahhhh. Sciving for three months and then getting caught.
Those were the days. Thanks.
All the best, Phil. |
PS
Written by Phil (6838 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
| What's with the dog? |
Written by wattle (117 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
| A ‘Sick Puppy’ --- (I noticed how prominent breasts were back at school (seems as though it was only me)) |
Written by wattle (117 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
| She 'Lady' lives with me. --- http://www.jeh.org/b1 (the leg is all better now) |
I have to add....
Written by ellipinnock (1753 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
that noticing prominent breasts was not a high priority for me at school....sorry wattle!
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Written by wattle (117 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
| Headlights -- http://www.greatwriting.co.uk/content/view/6281/77/ --- it's all your fault Elli (you shouldn't play with these things) |
Written by Phil (6838 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
Followed your web link Wattle.
Is the old guy in the first picture you? Funny, I'd always pictured you as younger.
Phil. |
Tank stand?!?
Written by SammoR (125 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
What was a primary school doing with a bit of captured enemy armour?
Only kidding. Funny.....likewise your piece 'Headlights'. |
Phil
Written by wattle (117 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
| The old guy (old Bill) is my father --- I'm not over the hill like him, - although I do see the hill clearly from where I stand. |
Written by Phil (6838 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
| Don't we all - and the peak looks a little closer every day. |
for SammoR
Written by wattle (117 comments posted) 15th December 2006 |
| You guys living with your cloudy sky and snake free cricket ovals (where slip fieldsmen can ‘wonder off’ in safety). ------ 'Tank' for water collected off the roof. Stand for pressure so the water will run to the tap without electricity (a pump). ---- thank you 'SammoR' -- regards, wattle |
Ahhhh
Written by givitsum (651 comments posted) 17th December 2006 |
Ah yes, school days.
BMX'ing, masturbation, playing conkers, Grange Hill, masturbation, hedge hopping, bunking off, making go-karts with old pram wheels, masturbation, Linda Lusardi, Sam Fox and masturbation.
The good old days!
Thanks for the trip down 'mammory' lane.
Cheers
Givitsum |
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