HiveBloPoMo Day 12: Flashback Friday — I Can't Believe I'm Actually DOING This!
Wow... it is not day TWELVE of HiveBloPoMo; I have to admit that my stick-to-it-iveness is being majorly tested, here!
You can read more about HiveBloPoMo here, if you feel so inclined.
Today's writing prompt is "Share 3 childhood photos for Flashback Friday." Hmmmm... this will be a challenge, because there were very few photos of me as a child, because I absolutely loathed being in front of the camera... and would run and HIDE if either of my parents came anywhere near with a camera!
Some Things Never Change...Finding Things...
That's me, on the beach, with my little red bucket — age about 3.
I'm already refusing to look at my mother if she has a camera with her. I might have thought the camera would "steal my soul," but I don't really remember.
To this day, I still love sitting at water's edge, looking for anything interesting that might have washed ashore: tiny pieces of sea glass, interesting rocks, sea shells... any kind of treasure!
I have just always enjoyed and and all variations of "finding things."
Growing Things...
By this time, I am five and my parents have "given" me my own little patch of land in the vegetable garden.
Getting your hands in the dirt and growing things was just an awesome thing! I grew beans, and squash, and green peas... and huge sunflowers.
It is now 50-something years later, and I still do!
Something just never change... and I'd like to think that's a good thing!
Boarding School Daze
This is one of the only surviving photos of me during my boarding school years.
We were basically the "weird freaks" who hung out in the next door cemetery; not part of any grade cliques or interest cliques or sports cliques.
My boarding school daze were strongly in the running as the most miserable time of my life... but somehow I survived, and then made a hasty exit, no more than an hour after putting down my pen on the last exam I needed to take.
Left to right, that's Tim, Yours Truly, Chris, Azmet (on the headstone) and Tony. We were thorough misfits. But we helped each other get through it all...
And that's about it, for this wee exercise... the picture quality is as it is; scanning off 50-year old faded snapshots.
Thanks for stopping by, and enjoy the rest of your week!
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Awesome! Great to hear you had tour own veggie patch at such a young age.
One of my best friends used to live in a house at the cemetery, as his father was the caretaker.
The graveyard was their backyard.
It was pretty normal for me but, at the same time, it always felt a little weird to enter the cemetery, in sight of other people, to visit my friend. Sometimes I entered through the gare and - at times - outside of opening hours, I sneaked through the coniferes at the side haha!