General Poetry posted July 24, 2013

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Some memories of childhood.

A chapter in the book Walk With Me.

Childhood

by Shirley E Kennedy

As children, we had little time to play for we'd chores to do every single day. When I recall what we considered play, I can’t believe we are still here today.   We owned no toys and therefore none to share which I often thought so very unfair. “Hide and seek” was fun though we were soon bored, Though some time off work we would all applaud.   A cardboard piece became an action toy, we'd drop on it and run with squeals of joy. As it gained speed then down the slope we’d go, with some luck we'd have two rides in a row.   Below the slope there was a nasty drop,  we didn’t care although we couldn’t stop. We sailed off the ledge and down with a thump, to land on the rubbish down in the dump.   Our mother didn’t know, or seem to care, and we'd the best fun when she wasn't there. A glass bottle gave me a nasty gash,  The doctor said my choice was rather rash.   My brothers climbed trees yet I stayed below, I was too scared to climb and way too slow. Marbles and hopscotch were often quite fun,  yet if we'd a task we'd all have to run.   Fun times were few and some say rightly so, we had to work and nowhere else to go. Those tough times made me who I am today, as I learnt tough life lessons on the way.