Childhood innocence ....

CeeCee

CeeCee

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Yesterday my 10 yr old grandson surprised me by telling me a joke he heard in school.


What is an Australian kiss?

Answer: the same as a French kiss but down under.

And then he explained what it meant to me...he just said...you know and pointed to his crotch area.

I was stunned...he still believes in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and is so innocent in other aspects, I don't get it....I didn't know that at 10.,. Think I was 19!
 

I heard a lot of things when I was younger on the streets, but wouldn't have been telling them to my mother or grandmother, that's for sure. At that age, I doubt he believes in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny (especially)...maybe just the presents he gets from them. :p
 
You must remember this,
A kiss is just a kiss.
Of that you can't deny......La la la la....as time goes by.
 

It seems that with every passing year the age of innocence gets rolled back further.

There's a certain disconnect, though, between knowing about sex and believing in Santa ... I'd always thought the two were mutually exclusive.
 
I'm sorry, I'm still reeling that a 10yo believes in Santa.
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What was the rest of it about again...?....
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Di, are you trying to tell me that Santa isn't real? Or the Easter Bunny?

I am shattered....going to have a coffee and cry.....lots.
 
I remember when Lady Chatterley's Lover was published in 1960 when I was ten. There was a huge fuss about it in the papers. My mother went as far as to remove the articles about it in this daily paper from her children's 'innocent' gaze! She needn't have bothered, a girl in my class brought the book to school with all the raunchy bits underlined!:D
 
I remember a little ditty I told my folks at the dinner table one time. I was in first or second grade and not really understanding a whole lot of life yet. I got some funny looks from the folks.

it went:
I lost my arm in the Army,
I lost my leg in the Navy,
I lost my balls in Niagara Falls,
And found them in the Gravy.

Never forgot this kids joke but probably should have.:cool:
 
Vivjen said:
Di, are you trying to tell me that Santa isn't real? Or the Easter Bunny?

I am shattered....going to have a coffee and cry.....lots.
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Yes, Vivjen, there IS a Santa Claus!

Dear Viv, Santa DOES exist. He exists in the minds and hearts of children and child-like adults throughout the world.

No Santa Claus? You might as well say that SeniorForums.com doesn't exist!

No Santa Claus? I suppose ****** doesn't put lead in your pencil, either!

Santa is eternal, he is immortal, he is ageless. He will continue to exist as long as WE believe in him, and that's the secret of Santa - we have to have FAITH in him!

So rest your head easy upon your pillow this eve, Viv - Santa IS real.
 
Thanks Phil....I was really beginning to wonder.

I will tell that nasty mean Di to go away....
 
Vivjen said:
Thanks Phil....I was really beginning to wonder.

I will tell that nasty mean Di to go away....
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Good.

She's the Grinch From Downunder!


[FONT=Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Every One
Down in UK
Liked Christmas a lot... [/FONT]

[FONT=Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]But Di,
Who lived just North of Wallabyville,
Did NOT!
[/FONT]

[FONT=Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Di hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that her modem wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that her girdle was too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that her heart was two sizes too small.

But,

Whatever the reason,
Her modem or her girdle,
She stood there on Christmas, with a look that would curdle
Staring out from her cave with a sour, Di-ish frown
At the warm loving Abos below in their town.
For she knew every Abo down in Wallaby-ville beneath
Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath ... [/FONT]
 
I remember my children asking me ......in July!
presumably, so that the conversation could be forgotten by December!
 
My mother took prudery to extremes and it practically killed her to explain about menstruation to me before I started secondary school at eleven. The school required that all the girls should know the facts of life before they started, which was very reasonable. My mother asked me if I knew where babies came from, I said I did and then I ran off to play! She asked me to explain it all to my younger sisters when I was a teenager, which really wasn't on.:rolleyes: Anyway I made sure my own children knew the facts of life, in an age appropriate way, as soon as they started asking questions about the topic usually before they started school at 4. As they got older they were encouraged to ask questions about any topic under the sun, nothing was taboo, unless Grandma was visiting!:D
 
Our biology master talked to us about the facts of life with the fifth form (15/16 year olds) at our all girl's school. It was hilarious, he was so embarrassed, and we taunted him, "Oh sir you are going as red as your tie!" Weren't we naughty?:D
 
I was walking home from kindergarten with my older sister when she just plainly said, "You know Santa Claus isn't real" and I just replied, "I know." Easy.

Now, as for masturbation . . . that was an experiment in self discovery...
 
This reminded me of when I was in grade school. I went to a Catholic school and was taught by Nun's. One day at the end of the school year everyone brought in what we called autograph books. One of the Nun's looked in one of the girls books and read something a boy in the class had written to the girl. It was
I love you. I Love you Almighty
I wish my pajamas are next to your nightie
Now don't get excited and don't get red
I mean on the clothes line and not in bed.

The Nun had a fit ,collected everyone's books and the boy got punished. Oh what a different world it was then.That was soo innocent but not to a Nun.
 
A young boy's parents sat him down one day and told him they were going to explain the "facts of life" to him.

"Noooooooo! Nooooooo, I don't want to hear!," he wailed.

"But why?", asked the parents. "Don't you want to know about it?"

"When I was six, you told me there was no Tooth Fairy. When I was seven, you told me there really wasn't an Easter Bunny. And when I was eight, you told me that Santa Claus didn't exist. Now, if you tell me I'm never going to have sex, I'm not going to have ANYTHING to live for!"
 
although it was not a taboo or similar but learning the 'way' was not discussed to me by ahum father. the military taught me all I needed to know and made sure I was properly equipped.
 
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