I'm fairly sure that I have hundreds of childhood tales to tell, of varying degrees of interest - but I seem to be out of words....
For now, a picture of me as a wee thing (I'm assured that that is me ... scary!)
Ok, a story came to me in a sleepless moment *ahem - night *
Like the picture, I'm dependent on the words of others that this actually happened, because I don't remember it:
End of summer term, 1976. I'm in Nursery School. Everyone else has gone home, but my Mum hasn't arrived. Apparently I informed the teacher, in a very self-possessed manner, that my Mummy is always late at the moment, and that I think she'd be happier if she could just put me in a cage until it cools down. When asked why I thought that, I responded that I'd heard my Grandad say that to her, and she'd agreed. We went to the door to look along the driveway and see if she was coming. My teacher asked what my Mum looked like, and I responded with 'she's very fat'
Eventually my 8 and a half months pregnant mother arrived - and had to go and have a 'chat' with the teacher...
From which she emerged looking somewhat flustered, having explained to the teacher that she didn't make a habit of locking me up - I'd spent the whole day climbing up trees and having to be rescued, which on one of the hottest days of the year was something of a trauma for a very heavily pregnant woman - hence she'd called my Grandad for help, and he'd made the (joking) suggestion that I'd overheard.
Fortunately for everyone concerned, no further investigation occurred - the fact that I'd said 'fat' rather 'pregnant' had me cast as an unreliable narrator, which seems somewhat unfair, as it was accurate, just incomplete!
The fact that I was 4 years old, and can't even remember the event at all, has not in any way reduced the amount stick my family have given me...even now, when the mood takes them!
Like the picture, I'm dependent on the words of others that this actually happened, because I don't remember it:
End of summer term, 1976. I'm in Nursery School. Everyone else has gone home, but my Mum hasn't arrived. Apparently I informed the teacher, in a very self-possessed manner, that my Mummy is always late at the moment, and that I think she'd be happier if she could just put me in a cage until it cools down. When asked why I thought that, I responded that I'd heard my Grandad say that to her, and she'd agreed. We went to the door to look along the driveway and see if she was coming. My teacher asked what my Mum looked like, and I responded with 'she's very fat'
Eventually my 8 and a half months pregnant mother arrived - and had to go and have a 'chat' with the teacher...
From which she emerged looking somewhat flustered, having explained to the teacher that she didn't make a habit of locking me up - I'd spent the whole day climbing up trees and having to be rescued, which on one of the hottest days of the year was something of a trauma for a very heavily pregnant woman - hence she'd called my Grandad for help, and he'd made the (joking) suggestion that I'd overheard.
Fortunately for everyone concerned, no further investigation occurred - the fact that I'd said 'fat' rather 'pregnant' had me cast as an unreliable narrator, which seems somewhat unfair, as it was accurate, just incomplete!
The fact that I was 4 years old, and can't even remember the event at all, has not in any way reduced the amount stick my family have given me...even now, when the mood takes them!
OhEmGeeee that is, like, sooo cute!
ReplyDeleteNo, really, it is. :D
Dani x