Childhood sweet memories (41)
FunnybunnybabyWeymouth, Dorset, England UK2 Threads 2,628 Poststruheart1941: ......did you like my answer. ??????????
No it was a lie
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Funnybunnybaby: No it was a lie
if it.s a lie....explain that tattoo of a buttrfly......on your left buttock..??????????
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truheart1941: if it.s a lie....explain that tattoo of a buttrfly......on your left buttock..??????????
you promised you wouldn't tell anyone, I'm not talking to you anymore, ------ This thread is Archived ------
truheart1941: if it.s a lie....explain that tattoo of a buttrfly......on your left buttock..??????????
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truheart1941: if it.s a lie....explain that tattoo of a buttrfly......on your left buttock..??????????
you could the butfly but you couldn't find Willie, ------ This thread is Archived ------
Funnybunnybaby: you could the butfly but you couldn't find Willie,
.....huh. willie knows your in bed....he just waved at you
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Funnybunnybaby: you could the butfly but you couldn't find Willie,
Butfly goes into the book of funny typos ------ This thread is Archived ------
Geno2809: Butfly goes into the book of funny typos
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truheart1941: .....huh. willie knows your in bed....he just waved at you
little wave night,
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Funnybunnybaby: little wave night,
you would,nt like it on your nose as a wart........
..nite Tnite....
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truheart1941: you would,nt like it on your nose as a wart........ ..nite Tnite....
little pimple I could squeeze it,Night night ------ This thread is Archived ------
Funnybunnybaby: little pimple I could squeeze it,Night night
.......mr. willie would like that....
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A boy called Philippe.
We were about 8 years old and too shy to really engage but we both 'knew' ...
Then one day he 'disappeared' as in he stopped coming to school
Then some weeks later I received a letter from the other side of the world where his dad had moved for work taking the whole family with him. He didn't know my address properly but he described the road my house was on naming a landmark (very creative) . Small village and so the letter still got to me.
Unfortunately my Spanish family was outraged that I should be 'getting the attention of a boy at my age' and forbade me to reply to him
I tried finding him a few times on the net always looking in the country where we were living at the time with no success
Then a few months ago his name sprung into my head with the name of the country and name of the town that he had moved to so I decided to look for him on facebook. Many people with his name and surname but only one in that country and town... and there he was totally recognisable
So I wrote to him on messenger without saying my full name and asking if he lived in a small village in the outskirts of Lyon when he was a boy before his parents moving abroad. I said nothing more but the reply was so moving!
Omg! He was saying! I........... the love of my young years! Mentioning the name of the village and my full name. And a song of back then of which the title was my name which I had forgotten about....
So emotional! Then I could explain to him about my parents and my silence...
Anyway we each have our own life with children and grandchildren but we write and send one another good vibes accross the oceans
We were about 8 years old and too shy to really engage but we both 'knew' ...
Then one day he 'disappeared' as in he stopped coming to school
Then some weeks later I received a letter from the other side of the world where his dad had moved for work taking the whole family with him. He didn't know my address properly but he described the road my house was on naming a landmark (very creative) . Small village and so the letter still got to me.
Unfortunately my Spanish family was outraged that I should be 'getting the attention of a boy at my age' and forbade me to reply to him
I tried finding him a few times on the net always looking in the country where we were living at the time with no success
Then a few months ago his name sprung into my head with the name of the country and name of the town that he had moved to so I decided to look for him on facebook. Many people with his name and surname but only one in that country and town... and there he was totally recognisable
So I wrote to him on messenger without saying my full name and asking if he lived in a small village in the outskirts of Lyon when he was a boy before his parents moving abroad. I said nothing more but the reply was so moving!
Omg! He was saying! I........... the love of my young years! Mentioning the name of the village and my full name. And a song of back then of which the title was my name which I had forgotten about....
So emotional! Then I could explain to him about my parents and my silence...
Anyway we each have our own life with children and grandchildren but we write and send one another good vibes accross the oceans
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Michael_A1: 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 !!)
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irish78eyes: 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
Spiorad_Saor: 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.
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.
Funnybunnybaby: I have lovely memories of my Dad he was always smiling always happy, if I had one wish it would be to walk with my dad one more time,
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Selenite: A boy called Philippe.
We were about 8 years old and too shy to really engage but we both 'knew' ...
Then one day he 'disappeared' as in he stopped coming to school
Then some weeks later I received a letter from the other side of the world where his dad had moved for work taking the whole family with him. He didn't know my address properly but he described the road my house was on naming a landmark (very creative) . Small village and so the letter still got to me.
Unfortunately my Spanish family was outraged that I should be 'getting the attention of a boy at my age' and forbade me to reply to him
I tried finding him a few times on the net always looking in the country where we were living at the time with no success
Then a few months ago his name sprung into my head with the name of the country and name of the town that he had moved to so I decided to look for him on facebook. Many people with his name and surname but only one in that country and town... and there he was totally recognisable
So I wrote to him on messenger without saying my full name and asking if he lived in a small village in the outskirts of Lyon when he was a boy before his parents moving abroad. I said nothing more but the reply was so moving!
Omg! He was saying! I........... the love of my young years! Mentioning the name of the village and my full name. And a song of back then of which the title was my name which I had forgotten about....
So emotional! Then I could explain to him about my parents and my silence...
Anyway we each have our own life with children and grandchildren but we write and send one another good vibes accross the oceans
Very interesting story.We were about 8 years old and too shy to really engage but we both 'knew' ...
Then one day he 'disappeared' as in he stopped coming to school
Then some weeks later I received a letter from the other side of the world where his dad had moved for work taking the whole family with him. He didn't know my address properly but he described the road my house was on naming a landmark (very creative) . Small village and so the letter still got to me.
Unfortunately my Spanish family was outraged that I should be 'getting the attention of a boy at my age' and forbade me to reply to him
I tried finding him a few times on the net always looking in the country where we were living at the time with no success
Then a few months ago his name sprung into my head with the name of the country and name of the town that he had moved to so I decided to look for him on facebook. Many people with his name and surname but only one in that country and town... and there he was totally recognisable
So I wrote to him on messenger without saying my full name and asking if he lived in a small village in the outskirts of Lyon when he was a boy before his parents moving abroad. I said nothing more but the reply was so moving!
Omg! He was saying! I........... the love of my young years! Mentioning the name of the village and my full name. And a song of back then of which the title was my name which I had forgotten about....
So emotional! Then I could explain to him about my parents and my silence...
Anyway we each have our own life with children and grandchildren but we write and send one another good vibes accross the oceans
Reading your story reminds me of a close friend of mine.
My best childhood friend (male)
I had a best friend in childhood whose name was "Parsottam", nickname was "Sonu". We met in Goa. We must have been about 10 or 11 years old at that time when we met.
We often met in the evening, talked a lot, roamed around, played games. I used to make school projects for him.
Once he told that he has two girlfriends who are his classmates. the one he liked her, the other she liked him.
I went to his school for the annual function of the school. My friend was standing in front holding the school flag and both his girlfriends were standing behind him, and the rest of the class was standing behind the two girls.
My friend got first rank in the class in annual exam, so he was at the front of the line, and both his girlfriends got second and third rank.
When he saw me, he gestured and told that these two are my girlfriend. I saw his girlfriends and both of them were also staring at me.
I tried to find my friend a lot on social media but couldn't find. I miss him a lot. I don't know whether he would even remember me or not.
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