It was only last evening after a impressive day’s work I had some droplets of memories. Memories that came from watching a Film for the second time. It still gave me watery eyes. The eyes and gladness of human kindness and inspirations . A little but in my eyes Big film called “ Skater Girl”. This film is currently showing on Netflix and has triggered my childhood memories . This film is about a teen girl who discovers a new inspiring passion of Skateboarding. It shows her family life in rural India and uphill struggle she has in flowing her passion. What an interesting and inspiring true story.
Memories came bounding in of a time when I was a child. A young one of the junior days of my life. Just then I was going to say my first days in junior school, but alas they weren’t. These days of my second school of Farnborough Road, where more pleasing to my spirit. I liked this school and I started to show some promise there. Gelling with my form teacher Mrs Roberts. She was awesome. I stayed in her watchful care for some time.
I made loads of friends and I was picked for the school football team one year. In my fait I failed to attend the after school chat and initial meeting. I remember all the boys gathering outside the Science teachers room but I didn’t have to nerve to follow through. But things were looking up for a simple lost boy.
Who remembers Birmingham Bags? , they were my favourite trousers for school back in the mid to late 70’s😜.
My first experience of school , now that’s a different ball game. I was lost in. In this I mean I was lost in a system that had no place for me. Lost in my own mind, although I did have a best friend named Richard , it didn’t last as his family moved away from the area of Ainsdale. The school of St’ John’s I have memories of . They weren’t good ones as my home life stifled my learning. With this I can only think my Mum was coming to terms with my Dad leaving home, my sister being very much a handful with her PKU disability in diet and highly strung behaviour. I also learned later on in my adult years that my mum never got over her dad passing away in an Iron ore mining accident when she was a little girl. So much baggage for a young woman I guess.
Thus all my growing years at home with mum was plagued by alcoholism. My mum mostly asleep on the couch as walked through the door from school.It could of been worse I guess as she never beat me!. For many months on end I was to live at my Aunts, this would take a little pressure off for my Mum but would also give me a little more of a better home life. This also left my little brother and sister in my mum’s care.
⭐️I believe Children are our Future 💛. So invest in them and you’ll be rewarded. Granted some are more challenging than others like in my case like with ADHD and other undiagnosed problems .
I was kinda withdrawn as a boy and wasn’t always a good one.
Although in my defence I’m not sure if I knew any better. With Nobody teaching me anything , or investing in me , the rights and wrongs, the good or bad. I remember so well many classes being stuck either on the front row or the back of the class . The classroom which was like a kinda old fashioned prefab wooden cabin type of thing. It’s weird what we remember isn’t it?. But for so many years I’ve blocked out old unhelpful childhood moments. In those classes , do You know what they’d give me and another boy to work with ? , Plasticine !💥. Creating little creatures from the stuff between our fingers.
Whilst everyone else studied away. I’ve never expressed this to anyone so here it is now. I’m not ashamed as it’s part of me. This is the start of my workings of my life. Stepping stones to where I am now.
Quite often I was in trouble for stealing,, ooow some home truths coming out here. I couldn’t read whilst I was an attendee at St’ John’s. It wasn’t until I was eight that I started to learn ,with extra help from my Aunt and cousin Yvonne. I remember so well evenings reading the lady bird books . This is were someone in the family made a choice for to moved to a different school being Farnborough Rd.
I remember failing with my energies too. Not being enough and the Gasp that everyone gave as I failed to finish my swim in my very first and last swimming Gala . This was at the old Victorian swimming Baths on the Promenade in Southport. With the old wooden doors, door after door on the upper balcony of changing cubicles. I wonder what the old baths look like now?. Hey memories, triggered by watching a film on tv.
If you have a story to tell, please do. I’m not sad of where I’ve come from , I’m kinda happy with my experiences. Although different and little unusual, it was my life . I’ve made it through with a lot of help from others. Plus plenty of muster from myself too.
I’m here now telling my story. I’m proud of who’ve I’ve become.
All experiences are good , even if we don’t think so at the time. If we stay open to the possibilities, anything good can happen 🌟and that’s all too exciting 🤜⭐️🤛.
I’m learning To love and heal my past in order to move forward.
Forgiving people who have hurt you in your past.. another tough one but essential.🧩❤️.
Until we meet again,
Create something new and warming ,
♻️All words written in my own experiences ♻️
ANOTHER POST FIRST WRITTEN SOME TIME AGO AND ONLY NOW POSTED 💪💥💪