shell1964: that is really cool jean..do you still have a horse? my dad bought me my first horse also at 13 and then 2 years later we moved here to PA and i sold her.. but at the age of 13 i bought my daughter her horse and she is 20 now and stil owns a horse and 3 cows
My father tried to be a gentleman farmer/rancher when he retired from the airforce - however, went I moved to America I didn't get a chance to ride except if I went to someone's stable and paid.
I love horses and horse shows, and occasionally the horse tracks.
JeanKimberley: My father tried to be a gentleman farmer/rancher when he retired from the airforce - however, went I moved to America I didn't get a chance to ride except if I went to someone's stable and paid.
I love horses and horse shows, and occasionally the horse tracks.
that is odd my dad retired from the airforce also yeah and i do also love the shows and the track going tonight to the track.. if i want to ride i just call my daughter..
lifeisadream: That is a good idea, just in case I would choose 3 y.o.
What type of child were you?
I was expelled from High School only once but it was for a very good reason. The HS that I used to attend was a private one and some people could not afford it. So we the students did protest to the state go v and we did surrender the private HS until the governor listened to us and agreed to construct a big and more complete HS with labs and free of cost to everyone. The ones who were in the front line –like myself- were expelled but later we could finish HS in the brand new school. My father was a great support; he even let me borrow his car to guard the private school taken at night.
i was expelled because i was shy. .. . still am, btw.
Set school meals, playing out all the time, no games consoles, no fizzy drinks, no internet, no thoughtpolice, 2 + 2 equaled 4, everybody had keys to everybody elses house and the locks were made out of something like paper. Twas a poor community, but not a criminal community.
Then the factories left and diversity came. Now where I grew up is England's most deprived area, nobody talks to each other, nobody plays outside, neighbours are afraid of one another and my family and friends that still live there hate the Muslims on the next street as much the Muslims hate them. And to speak of this, to say that 2 + 2 does not equal to 5, is a criminal and social offence.
Obstinance_Works: Set school meals, playing out all the time, no games consoles, no fizzy drinks, no internet, no thoughtpolice, 2 + 2 equaled 4, everybody had keys to everybody elses house and the locks were made out of something like paper. Twas a poor community, but not a criminal community.
Then the factories left and diversity came. Now where I grew up is England's most deprived area, nobody talks to each other, nobody plays outside, neighbours are afraid of one another and my family and friends that still live there hate the Muslims on the next street as much the Muslims hate them. And to speak of this, to say that 2 + 2 does not equal to 5, is a criminal and social offence.
And I'm 26 not 56. 15 years is too short a time to turn a child who knew nothing of the world into a Bruce Springsteen by his early 20s. And I think this is why no matter how educated, rich and successful I become, I'll always hate the middle class for being the unworldly, politically correct and decadent geeks that they are, and I will always prefer the earthy and uneducated poor despite their many, many faults.
Obstinance_Works: And I'm 26 not 56. 15 years is too short a time to turn a child who knew nothing of the world into a Bruce Springsteen by his early 20s. And I think this is why no matter how educated, rich and successful I become, I'll always hate the middle class for being the unworldly, politically correct and decadent geeks that they are, and I will always prefer the earthy and uneducated poor despite their many, many faults.
yes,at least they will always give you a healthy feeling of Superiority,don't they?
Conrad73: yes,at least they will always give you a healthy feeling of Superiority,don't they?
Not really, I lambast autisoids, equalitards, men who are crap with women, manjawed careerists, those afraid of having an(offline)opinion and those scared of their own shadow - I.e. it's the middle class I look down on. Or to be more specific, the talentless debt-propped lower middle class of suburbia with two left-wings, two left-feet and an IQ barely above average, but who feel intelligent and entitled because they've been pampered, overeducated and grown up in a fantasyland of survival of the meakest. By all metrics I regard these types as losers.
A rugged worker type I actually do have respect for because he might get the girl that I want and if I fought him, then he might win. By some metrics the man on the street is better than me.
Obstinance_Works: Not really, I lambast autisoids, equalitards, men who are crap with women, manjawed careerists, those afraid of having an(offline)opinion and those scared of their own shadow - I.e. it's the middle class I look down on. Or to be more specific, the talentless debt-propped lower middle class of suburbia with two left-wings, two left-feet and an IQ barely above average, but who feel intelligent and entitled because they've been pampered, overeducated and grown up in a fantasyland of survival of the meakest. By all metrics I regard these types as losers.
A rugged worker type I actually do have respect for because he might get the girl that I want and if I fought him, then he might win. By some metrics the man on the street is better than me.
To give this group an example; the lion's share of the 'Occupy' movement.
Grew up on a farm, summers were better my brother and I would be helping my father with the work, he was in his late 50s when I was born so was an old man by the time I was 10.
Had a happy childhood though, not so in school where I was bullied and hated it.
playing football till it hurt,coke and mars bars,black and white telly,short trousers,radio luxenburg ,playing pranks and mitching from school,and awhole load of other stuff
serena123durban, KwaZulu-Natal South Africa2,821 posts
My Dad.. Watching him paint (he was an amazing Artist) he was my Hero, we would steal Christmas cake before we were supposed to eat it, used to tell me funny stories, and his laugh :).. I remember him hugging me goodbye, looking so smart in his army uniform..I remember peeking around the door early hours of the next morning as two big official looking Officers were at the front door telling my mom he was never coming home.. And then, I remember becoming invisible..
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