Childhood
Some things that happen to us in childhood can stay with us for all of our lives. When I was a small boy, I was quite badly bitten by my best friend’s pet tortoise; leaving me, to this day, with a phobia of anything that lives in a shell. Our adult personality and behaviour are, to a significant extent, shaped by things that happen to us in childhood. In some instances of a particularly traumatic event, it seems we somehow block the incident from our conscious memory, but it stays buried deep in our psyche, causing us no end of problems in later life. I often wonder what might have happened to me when I was a child, that I can’t remember.
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and your biscuit money stolen often.
And thanks for saving me from going to bed feeling neglected.
Night Pie
Been there myself and it does not feel good I know, so see you in the morning with a big smile okay?
Herby always remember if no one loves you, Jesus does
What a nice surprise it was when I looked at my blog, first thing this morning, and saw that I had a reply from you. It just goes to show what can happen when one complains of not getting enough attention. Be careful what you wish for, as they say.
I appreciate your message about Jesus, and hope that he loves me enough to intervene on my behalf, should I find myself in difficulty in the near future.
Got to thinking about it once. Mom told me about when I was a toddler. My mom, dad and I were down on the river. We on shore, dad out in the water. I wouldn't take no for an answer and kept wanting to run out by dad. He finally told mom, he was on the edge of a break,right there and to let me go.
I ran out and when I got to him, he ordered STOP! I ignored him and kept going, Off the break I went. He let me go completely under, grabbed my hair and yanked me back up.
Mom said when I came up, water running out of my mouth, nose and all, I wasn't crying. I was totally mad. She said I was slapping at the water, yelling, BAD WATER! BAD WATER!
Dad carried me back to shore and said NOW! When I or mom says NO or STOP, you listen!
It was a lesson learned.
I wonder now, if that is not what put it in my mind to hate water?
Good parents that were always there for us and we could come to them with everything.
Made me probably too trusting and too open in some occasions, but I learned pretty quickly. Wouldn't wanted it any other way and know how lucky I was.
Childhood is the foundation for a lot of things, one of them to go out and do and see things differently to when we grow up.
Not what you were looking for but just my 2 cents worth Harby.
As for that incident in the river being the cause, who can say.
Join some fun threads and forgot about the trumpettes.