Another "just for fun" post.

What can I say, Annie? Even then, I walked (crawled) the road less travelled. Any mischief occurred in the village, for some reason the constable questioned me first. Always protested my innocence, unless someone else would be blamed. I could cry on command. Oh, the adventures we had!
 
Shalimar said:
What can I say, Annie? Even then, I walked (crawled) the road less travelled. Any mischief occurred in the village, for some reason the constable questioned me first. Always protested my innocence, unless someone else would be blamed. I could cry on command. Oh, the adventures we had!
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LOL!! Sounds like you did NOT have a boring childhood. ;)
 

Rob said:
When I was about 10/11 I was living in Torquay, a large seaside town on the south coast of Devon. In the summer you could hire small motor boats from the harbour for two shillings and sixpence per hour. You were only supposed to use them in the confines of the inner and outer harbours but me being me, got bored and decided to take it out of the outer harbour into the REAL sea. The weather was calm and I set off around the coast towards Hope's Nose (a long promontory to the east of Torquay and about 2 miles away), there was a large sea cave there I knew about from fishing and I planned to explore it from the inside. Mission accomplished, after about an hour I set off back to the harbour but ran out of petrol about half way back. The tide was on the ebb and i was rapidly being taken out into Torbay were the waves were more than enough to swamp a little boat with no power. I was taking on water at a fair rate and if it hadn't been for a passing motor yacht I would have eventually sunk, there were no safety rules back then so no life jacket, and although I could swim I don't think I could have made it back to shore as I was probably a mile out. I was taken back to the harbour and severely admonished by the boat hirer AND made to pay another 2s/6p for the extra time.

I was late home for tea and made up some excuse why I was late, missed the bus or something. I never told my parents about my little adventure although it could have turned out much more serious.

My "odyssey" (approx) ...
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You were VERY lucky! Did your parents ever find out?
 
Certainly, I emerged from the womb a law-abiding citizen and have never gone astray, never, ever...
 
I will remain a good boy who was only led slightly astray once out of curiosity about the female anatomy...
 
I decided to run away from home when I was about 6 or 7. I imagined the horrible grief of my parents when they discovered their lovely child had gone off into the world to protest their horrible mistreatment of me (they wouldn't let me stay up and listen to Inner Sanctum on the radio with them). As I prepared to leave with my worldly goods in my little dolly suitcase, I announced to my mother I was leaving forever, she told me my sister would probably be happy to have the bedroom to herself, told me to watch out for wild animals and offered to pack me a lunch. I stomped out, got about a block away and thought better of it. Humph!! So much for the terrible grief of my parents at my departure.
 
Debby said:
My childhood memories aren't something that I want to think about much so I think I'll abstain.
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Ditto, Debby...but I still have a few memories that I can recall which are still worth telling albeit small ones.. but one I remember was my very first trip on a Steam train .

I was 7 years old and we were moving from an East coast city to a West coast city ..I'd never been in any kind of moving vehicle until then, not a car or a bus or anything..I'd never seen the countryside apart from the field next to our house, I just didn't know it existed

We'd been told not to tell any of our friends we were moving home, I have no idea why, but anyway it was a Saturday morning, and we left our house with suitcases and my school satchel on my back with whatever my parents had filled it with. I remember my friends calling to me , telling me it was Saturday why did I have my school bag..it's not a school day, but I could only wave to them and say nothing. . We got to the train station, and I couldn't believe my eyes at these Huge Monsters on wheels, the smell, the atmosphere, the people everywhere, I stood there in wonderment.

We got on the train which in those days were individual compartment trains with corridors and in each compartment the luggage racks above the thick embroidered red cloth seats ..like a little hotel room all to ourselves. Today that journey would only take about 90 minutes but way back in the very early 60's it was about 3 hours...3 hours of blissfully looking out of the window watching all the beautiful Scottish scenery go past , and all the steam and the smell from the coal driven engine..absolute joy!

Those trains were withdrawn decades ago and today are only ever used for short distance travel in tourist spots ...but I never lost my love for them.

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