The Fear

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After Dad passed away, I slept in the same bedroom as Mum.  I wanted to stay as close to her as possible because I was so scared we would lose her too.  This might sound daft, but when it was Mum’s birthday, I would find out her age and then try to calculate the remaining years up to 100… because there were loads of people who survived until the ripe old age of 100, that’s what I liked to believe anyway. As time went by, my fear and anxiety became a lot worse and I dreaded night time, I was so scared to go to bed.  Mum would let me stay up until she was ready to ‘go up the wooden hill’.  We would sit and watch whatever was on the small portable black and white TV,  I remember watching episodes of The Sweeney or Rising Damp.  It wasn’t until the late 1980s, when we eventually purchased a colour TV.  This was a luxury for us, because most of the items we owned were either second hand or family hand me downs.

I always smile when I think about the days when Dad, in exchange for his handiwork, was happy to accept items instead of money. This must have frustrated the hell out of Mum, but she never got angry… well, apart from the one time when Dad gave me fifty pence so I could buy some sweets from the shop around the corner. Mum went up the wall ‘that fifty pence could have gone in the meter!’ she said. There was me, feeling like all my birthday’s had come at once, munching away on fifty penny sweets.  I’m surprised I didn’t have a mouthful of fillings back in those days.

I will never forget the time when Dad brought home a ZX81 with a metallic printer. Chuffed to bits he was, this was our first computer and we were so excited, until we switched it on. Sadly, it wasn’t in 100% working order and my brother, a budding computer genius, decided he would have a go at fixing it… so he took it apart and that was the end of our ZX81.  I also remember when somebody gave Dad a sofa and a couple of armchairs. They weren’t in great condition and the design was straight out of the 1960s or 70s… but they were a lot comfier than the ones we had.  One of the chairs spun around and I would spend many an hour spinning until I was dizzy, this was my happy chair and I would spin all my cares away whilst listening to recordings of the Top 40 on my cassette player.

Mum tried her best to carry on with the routine after Dad passed away, which included myself and my brother starting back to school in September. I wasn’t ready to go back, all I wanted to do was hideaway at home and spin around in my happy chair.  Soon enough, the news had circulated around the playground. That’s when the whispering, pointing and laughing started. I will never forget the time when one kid said out loud in class ‘I heard your Dad is dead’ I chose to ignore what was said, but I was so upset and angry. I never did tell the teacher, I just wanted to pretend it never happened.  I started to comfort eat and over time I gained a lot of weight which only added fuel to the fire, I tried to ignore the cruel remarks, but occasionally I would retaliate. I never told Mum what was going on, she had enough on her plate.

Two years after losing Dad, we lost Nan, my Mum’s mum. I had just started to cope with life again but now I was back on the downward spiral.  There was this one girl who lived around the corner and whenever I was playing out front she would always be there. We had a green directly opposite our house as well as a block of flats with some garages located behind.  A majority of the kids in the area would ride their bikes around the green or play football… even though there was a sign which stated no ball games. If a ball hit one of the windows, which happened fairly often, one of the residents would often shout and swear at us, but this didn’t stop us from playing. Anyway, this girl would run over to me and pinch me or kick me, call me names, laugh and then run away again. I tolerated her behaviour for a while until one day, I completely snapped. I chased her down an alleyway and basically gave her a taste of her own medicine and she ran home in floods of tears.

Mum went crazy when she found out and I was forced to apologise to both the girl and her Mum.  This was not one of my proudest moments and I wished I had dealt with the situation differently, I should have told Mum what was going on in the first place. Regardless of what the girl had done to me, she didn’t deserve what I did to her. She probably had her own issues and that’s why she acted like she did. I was no better than her and I hated myself, I wasn’t angry with the girl, I was angry with myself and I had no idea how to control my emotions. I needed to stop blaming everyone around me and to stop being so selfish. This was my wake up call, I had to change my attitude, make amends and to focus on what was truly important… my Mum and my family.

A Funny Old Game

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Life.  What Is It Really All About?

Here we are, born into the world. From a tiny innocent baby with no knowledge whatsoever of who we are or where we are.  The various stages or milestones we face but can’t actually see or hold in our hands which we strive towards. The many strains, challenges and frightening realisations our little brains and bodies have to process as well as endure on this elevated journey we like to call ‘Life’.  Then there’s Mum and Dad, our parents. What does the word parent mean anyway?  Well, apparently it means a person who nurtures, rears and is a care taker of sorts. A parent doesn’t have to be somebody of a biological nature, anybody can be a parent.  Tiny mere mortals who have no choice than to entirely depend on this ‘alien being’ they first make eye contact with.

This is the reality… all of these experiences and many more, along with the huge responsibilities which are placed heavily on each and everyone’s shoulders for the rest of their entire lives.  We are completely oblivious to what the universe has in store for us, the paths we might follow and the types people we might meet along the way. Let’s face it, we have no idea what we’re doing or where we’re going, not really.  We’re all just ‘winging it’ towards a destination unknown.

Ok, Now Some Of You Might Be Thinking…

Why is she spouting on about the blooming obvious?

Let’s be honest here, there’s an abundance of blogs which go on and on about life from various perspectives… the lessons I’ve learned in life, the life I thought I’d messed up but then I eventually learned from my lessons, not to mention all of the hundreds and thousands of life lesson quotes… which I will hold my hands up to sharing occasionally on social media sites.  Most of us are guilty of doing this, yes we are.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to criticise life blogs or quotes, not at all, many are extremely inspirational which is why I’ve decided to jump on the band wagon.

I would like to share my own life experiences and stories with anybody who would like to read them.  Unfortunately, it’s not always been an easy ride, but I have learned a hell of a lot within the 40+ years of survival on this planet.

So let me start from the beginning…