Childhood sweet memories ( Archived) (41)

my childhood first friend.
A girl lived near my house. She probably liked me. I don't know how and why she liked me. we were both just kids. I was probably 5 or 6 years old at that time, and she was the same age as me. At that age, we might not even be aware of gender differences.
Whenever she come home from school, throw her school bag and run straight to my house to play with me. We both used to walk around with our hands on each other's shoulders.
as this picture:

She even forgot to do her school homework because of playing with me. For this she used to get scolded by her parents. One day her father came to my house and warned my father that if I see your son with my daughter, I will break his legs. Hearing this my father got furious, and said how dare you speak like that. Take your daughter and take care that she does not come here, otherwise i will kill her.
After that day she never came to me.
And we never met again. that's how we parted.
Sometimes I miss her, how would she be?, She got married?, how many children will she have?, she will be happy with her family?, etc. etc.

Nice story Mercedes

From your story, I'm also remembering a story on squashed flower.
On New Year's Eve I had to give a flower to my teacher. The flower was in my pocket for a few hours, so it was squashed. When it was time to give flower, all the petals had fallen off, only the stalk was left. So i couldn't give flower to my teacher.

When i was a child living in a wonderful small town , every saturday mid-morning at the "picture show" kids matinee , we would watch the latest Bat Man cliff hangers , it was just awesome , everyone would be excited and have an awesome time !! ( this was the batman I watch back then !!)

My childhood was boring and frustrating.

I remember waiting for my dad to get home from work and put a stool right beside him and his dinner plate, even though his dinner was poisoned with salt and piping hot just tasted nicer than mine And him holding my hand walking to mass on a Sunday, I used to think his hands were huge, comfort thing I think. Then him making deserts after dinner from nothing ...good old days

I have this memory of my Dad way back when too....him holding my hand and it feeling like a shovel compared to mine..which I guess at the time it was..
I remember, being in a big family, there would always be one who hadn't a seat...and dad would make room on his arm chair for whomever didn't have one to sit next to him...when it was me I remember holding his hands and playing with them...then I would always end up falling asleep and he would lift me to bed.
He still is my first love and always will be my biggest love.....was always a daddy's girl, bit not in a princess kind of way...just was always fascinated by him and followed him everywhere...much to his annoyance I'm sure.
So very grateful to have had that kind of safety in my childhood.