I can still hear my Mum shouting “Don’t come running to me when you’ve broken your leg.”
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Notes on a life
I can still hear my Mum shouting “Don’t come running to me when you’ve broken your leg.”
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That’s funny, that’s what my mother always said to us.
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And, when I didn’t keep up:”Don’t come crying to me when you can’t find me.”
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And before HMOs.
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I’m that old I don’t even know what that means 🙂
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Me neither…
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Down with the young kids 🙂
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My mother would have said something similar. And my older brother would have suggested we do what the kid in the photo is doing. That we survived childhood is miraculous.
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We used to go down our hardwood stairs on our pillows — like sledding down a hill. It would keep us occupied for hours. What a thrill. Like someone said, nowadays a kid would have to wear a helmet. They’ve taken all the fun out of childhood. 😦
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