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Growing Up In the Country

Living as a child growing up in the countryside walk to school then got a bicycle to save my feet daily 3 miles even in winter not cool I always played my own game at my back called the homie park practise my soccer skills so rare so silly on my own now thinking back We had hens at our back yard my job was to collect the eggs difficult when they laid them all over then the cockerel attacked at my legs TV was always fun in the evenings but one show caused me to fear 'whacko' really gave me nightmares his cane always dreamed at my rear Mother always said you don't listen when I did but just didn't obey that was not the answer she liked so then I act deaf so to play! (I have written this about our "growing up pains" and played childhood games in our growing up period.)

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Date: 4/6/2021 3:04:00 PM
I believe that most of us will forever remember those childhood years, with both the good and the bad. I lived in a quiet village, but there was never a dull moment!! ~ Regards, my friend. // paul
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Gordon Mcconnell
Date: 4/7/2021 1:01:00 AM
Thanks Paul, Glad you enjoyed it and indeed so true for us all who lived in quiet situations. Hope you're well, it's another lovely sunny day over here though very cold in the shade. Take care, Gordon
Date: 4/5/2021 6:19:00 AM
This made me smile Gordon. My mom loved scary movies and stories and the things she read and watched on T.V. gave me nightmares too. I would wrap up in my blanket like a cocoon with just my nose peeking out so I could breathe. She always said I didn't listen too. Good write my friend. God Bless, JB
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Gordon Mcconnell
Date: 4/5/2021 11:42:00 AM
Thanks Judy, Glad you enjoyed it and indeed the 'whacko' show was an English headmaster who loved whacking the boys with the cane for anything at all and no matter the fear I felt I always watched it, quite weird really hope you had nice Easter weekend, blessings always,Gordon
Date: 4/4/2021 11:25:00 PM
Hello Gordon ... like you, I grew up in a small village and nothing seemed a problem; it was such a different way of life back then. Your poem brought back those fond memories - thank you Gordon - Lindsay
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Gordon Mcconnell
Date: 4/5/2021 1:00:00 AM
Thanks Lindsay, Glad you enjoyed this one and pleased this brought back to your happy memories. Blessings, Gordon
Date: 4/4/2021 5:02:00 PM
I see you grew up in a bucolic setting. Nice write, Gordon.
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Gordon Mcconnell
Date: 4/5/2021 12:59:00 AM
Thanks Robert, Glad you liked it and hope you're had a nice Easter, Gordon
Date: 4/4/2021 3:21:00 PM
Hello Gordon McConnell, a very lovely memory of your childhood. happy Easter. Enjoy your evening my frir=end.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 4/6/2021 10:13:00 AM
Hello Gordon, thank you i did have a good Easter. Enjoy your day my frend.
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Gordon Mcconnell
Date: 4/5/2021 12:58:00 AM
Thanks Darlene, Glad you enjoyed this piece and hope you had a lovely Easter too. Blessings, Gordon
Date: 4/4/2021 2:30:00 PM
Lovely memories of growing up Gordon, hope you've had a lovely Easter day. Tom
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Gordon Mcconnell
Date: 4/5/2021 12:57:00 AM
Thanks Tom, Glad you enjoyed it and it was very cold yesterday but the sun's shining this morning. Blessings, Gordon

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