My Story

Okay…

My story?

A very complex onion, I would think, grown in an unusual form, as a result of the many and varied life experiences that have befallen me.

For politeness a multilayered onion okay, not some malformed wizened, carbuncle of a vegetable, but rather an offshoot of the lily family, interestingly formed?

This particular onion was formed in Scotland, in Aberdeen a mild-mannered little grammar school boy, a small boy, don’t know why? But he just didn’t grow at the appropriate moment, let’s just say a late developer.

An adventurous little life compared to today’s thumb operated digital based young life.

We went out in the morning, and not home till it got dark. We stopped off grazing for food and drinks, wherever we could. At relatives and friend’s houses, turning up at peoples work in hotels and shops, and sponging off them, using our cheeky wee charms and smiles and awkwardness to mooch treats ice creams, plates of soup, etc etc, then we didn’t have to come home. But there was always food at home if and when we decided to return home, or the weather turned on us.

Our most memorable adult interactions were with well intentioned policeman trying to guide us in life, to persuade us with a “scuff of the head” not to do the things that we were doing and and on occasion I was even brought home by said police officer, much to the enjoyment of the curtain twitching neighbours lived on the street. The street was full of teachers, a veritable teachers colony, where every second house belonged to that profession,,, I suppose I was their best entertainment at times…

My mother was mortified, but my father seems to take it all as part of “Life rich Tapestry” and would have enjoyed retelling the tale down the local pub, of my latest odyssey’s.