
Even i remember most of those things
Like, when the summer seemed to last forever, and you couldnt remember how to write or hold a pencil when you went back to school.
Going on a summer holiday and running around naked on the beach,
the misery of a helium balloon unwisely let go off! (i still well up when i see a balloon floating off on its own) and the same upset when the icecream fell off your cone.
Sherbet dip dabs, and when 50p would buy you enough sweets to share around adn still you would all feel sick after.
Sweets tasted brilliant, the best thing in the world, whereas now they taste of sugar and chemicals.
The horror of having called your teacher 'mum' instead of 'miss', getting the back of my legs slapped for backchat!
Doing handstands on the field.
The day a dog walked into the playground and only i would go up to it.
The kid who wet themselves in assembly! The kid who would always throw up at dinner, adn set off three other kids.
Kiss chase, when you were too young to want to kiss anyone.
Sledding down grassy slopes on a piece of cardboard. Staying up really really late on bonfire night and cooking potatoes in the embers.
Hot summers, the smell of hay, sleeping in the field shelter with the ponies and having a rat walk over your sleeping bag.
Riding bareback to the pond and taking the ponies swimming, building over ambitious cross country courses in the woods adn falling off repeatedly trying to jump them. Having bareback races across the stubble on the newly cut hay field, no bridles either, just headcollars with the top band let out as far as it would go.
Two of us riding bareback together to the post office to by sweets.
Ponies bolting across the common to join the hunt, and learning a lot of new swear words off the hunt master!
Falling off your bike adn getting a really big graze on your knee and the purple stuff that your mum put on it.
Other peoples mums giving you a clip round the earhole for being cheeky.
The littlest hobo, why dont you and Wackaday on the telly, sneaking downstairs with your duvet to watch them on a saturday morning.
Swapping stuff at school, getting a b******ing of your mum and having to ask to swap back.
The big kid on your first day at school, the one with the permanent bubble of snot hanging out of his nose, spots, bean juice down his front, and even though every one said he was only five, you could see the facial hair and reckoned he was more like fifteen! Crying for your mum to take you home!
Nit nurse, and eye check day!
Sunday school!
Emma