Yes, it is just a twist on my last episode.
I do not regret any part of my childhood.
Though we were poor we had a very good upbringing.
We might not have had material possessions and my parents were quite strict.
Saying that we knew the rules and we knew what would happen if we broke the rules(which we did many many times).
My upbringing taught me that if you really want something, you have to work for it.
It taught me that working was honourable.
It taught me that you have to live within your means.
That some things you may have, but others you will not be able to afford...YET!
It taught me that I could be anything I wanted to be if I was prepared to put in the effort.
It also taught me that whatever I was, the first thing to be was kind...that being kind is not weakness. It doesn't mean letting people walk all over you, it doesn't mean not standing up for yourself or for someone who (for whatever reason) cannot stand up for themselves.
It taught me that being honest is best. You can never trip yourself up on the truth.
Life has taught me that sometimes the truth is harsh and I have resorted to white lies(some would say there is no such thing...they are lies, but life is not black and white, it sometimes a grubby grey colour)to save someone from hurt.
I grew up in the best of times.
We could play out all day in the fresh air, simple things amused and entertained us.
A bit of an old clothes line as a skipping rope.
Old pram wheels a bit of a plank and some ingenuity got you a 'bogey cart'...a bit of wire a garden cane and a bit of old stocking got you a net to fish for stickler backs.
If all that failed, there were fields to roam trees to climb and I do not remember once being bored.
This childhood grew responsible adults who were resourceful and innovative...and I am grateful for it
I do not regret any part of my childhood.
Though we were poor we had a very good upbringing.
We might not have had material possessions and my parents were quite strict.
Saying that we knew the rules and we knew what would happen if we broke the rules(which we did many many times).
My upbringing taught me that if you really want something, you have to work for it.
It taught me that working was honourable.
It taught me that you have to live within your means.
That some things you may have, but others you will not be able to afford...YET!
It taught me that I could be anything I wanted to be if I was prepared to put in the effort.
It also taught me that whatever I was, the first thing to be was kind...that being kind is not weakness. It doesn't mean letting people walk all over you, it doesn't mean not standing up for yourself or for someone who (for whatever reason) cannot stand up for themselves.
It taught me that being honest is best. You can never trip yourself up on the truth.
Life has taught me that sometimes the truth is harsh and I have resorted to white lies(some would say there is no such thing...they are lies, but life is not black and white, it sometimes a grubby grey colour)to save someone from hurt.
I grew up in the best of times.
We could play out all day in the fresh air, simple things amused and entertained us.
A bit of an old clothes line as a skipping rope.
Old pram wheels a bit of a plank and some ingenuity got you a 'bogey cart'...a bit of wire a garden cane and a bit of old stocking got you a net to fish for stickler backs.
If all that failed, there were fields to roam trees to climb and I do not remember once being bored.
This childhood grew responsible adults who were resourceful and innovative...and I am grateful for it