Feeling rather melancholy tonight. Continue reading
This is the story of my front tooth. And my hatred of dentists. Read carefully, there is an important message at the end of it. Try not to cheat and skip ahead.
Here is a story of friendship. Oh, scrub that. I don’t have any.
A question I was asked in “Dear Dad” was “What do you think your parents thought of you as a child”?
A couple of weeks ago, I kissed my grandma for what would be the last time.
Picking up where I left off regarding children and their future aspirations, I have pondered long and hard about what is the correct way to aid your children’s development – if indeed there is a correct way. Do you stand by them if they make what you believe are unwise decisions, or do you try to steer them to make the best of their talents and skills?
As our children grow up, I think adults are guilty of many things – over indulgence, lack of attention, asking their opinion over everything, not asking their opinion enough, leaving them to their own devices, pushing them in directions they don’t particularly want to go, low expectations, high expectations, growing them up too soon, not growing them up at all.
Many years ago, we had to move my Grandad and Grandma Minchin out of their house in Thorney Abbey Rd Blidworth to their final residence in a nursing home. Grandma had become frail and Grandad too ill to climb the stairs to bed. Neither of them really wanted to leave their home.
I don’t know what triggers some memories, but this one popped into my mind while reading a totally unrelated post, closely followed by another similar recollection. Both memories are worthy of recording because they played a monumental role in my childhood development. Continue reading
Ask any child what their favourite toy was, and i’m sure they will produce a list a mile long. I’m no different. Like most children, my toys would transport me into totally different worlds; even to this day I marvel at the human mind’s ability to create a whole environment, holodeck style, invisible to all but the young boy clasping the toy in his hand; how a small piece of plastic or metal can trigger such wonderful fantasies…