I disappear for months on end......just my life but I always come back!
Riding our bikes as fast as you can
10 extra points for knocking down your nan
Climbing a tree till the clouds you could touch. .....then shouting on your pal......can't get down? Not so much
Crawling through grass with a stick as a gun
Till you crawl through something you shouldn't. . . . . . . Never much fun
Climbing the garages to feel like a queen
Getting shouted at by your ma cause the arse of your trousers is never clean
Swinging and swinging and swinging some more
Then ripping your clothes as you leap for the shore ( the grass )
Water fights from the tap that doubled as our drinking hole
Probably not the freshest but looking after our health was never the goal
Kiss cuddle torture in the woods by the house
You prayed if you picked kiss the boy never ran like a big Girls blouse
Hanging in groups of all different ages
Experiencing life and all of its stages
Laughing and swearing and fighting with boys
Getting told to act like a girl with elogance. . . . . poise
Ready and rough and funny and loud
Me and my pals the best EK crowd
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Author:
Jooles (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I grew up and still live in a Town in Scotland. We definitely had a fun filled childhood...thought I would share it with a wee dram of humour added in 😉
- Category: Humor
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Comments5
Lol there was never a dull moment. .. great group of friends who are still my friends to this day. Always up to nonsense. ...the height of shite they use to csll me (I'm 5'2) lol
LOL, Loved it
Thanks 😆
Welcome
Great write with a touch of the feel goods - really enjoyed it
Thank you
All those things we used to do as kids brought us fun and experience. You took me back to my childhood and that was a very long time ago.
God nostalgic write.
Awww I know. ..those were the days. Thanks
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