Short Letter To My Younger Self.
Tuesday 12th March 2019.
Dear younger me,
I was just sitting here in the kitchen with a coffee on a Tuesday afternoon, listening to the rain pouring and thought about you and how fast time slips away, but then a youngster wouldn't be concerned with things like that, you were too busy growing and learning. Do you remember you were such a dreamer back then? Just like me.
I expect there are things you recall from a very young age that I've forgotten, but I do remember how tough life was back then for mum and dad in that two up, two down condemned cottage with an outside toilet, not that you'd have noticed having never experienced anything else.
Do you recall back in...I think it was 1963 or 64 how life took an unexpected change, when dad got a new well paid job as a paint rep? You moved into a lovely semi detached three bedroom house, with that more than welcome indoor bathroom? No more tin bath hanging on the kitchen wall, or having to go outside for the toilet, it was like another world and a dream come true for mum.
How wonderful it was to walk down the long, huge garden to those magical woods. You loved the jungle of long grass and weeds, but I liked it better when dad worked hard turning it into a stunning flower and vegetable paradise, he was a magician at making everything beautiful, so was mum later on.
You really don't know how lucky you were to have those woods, I remember Jenny when you and your friend found masses of bluebells, so many in fact you both picked bucket fulls of them, how lucky! Not a chance of that now in 2019, there are strict rules about picking wild flowers, but in 1963 there wasn't the disappearance of so much of our wildlife as there is now.
I smile when remembering how you went through a faze of wanting to be a secret agent and how you spent hours writing on bits of paper in code, then hiding them under the landing carpet. Do you recall dad lifting the carpet years later to lay a brand new one? He found all those bits of paper that were long forgotten, you had no idea what you'd written, and I still haven't to this day.
I do still have those scrap books you started creating when you were about nine up in the attic, there are pictures of the Beatles and the Stones, remember you could never makeup your mind which group you preferred. Then there was Little Joe from Bonanza who you had a crush on and collected any pictures from magazines, cutting them out and sticking them in your scrapbook.
You only had two channels to choose from on the television back then, but now we have hundreds with repeat after repeat and catch up, it's the digital age we live in, but it's no good talking to you about it, you'd never understand life today, in fact I'm still learning myself.
You wouldn't believe the things you achieve as you grow, but be sure life has so much in store, for that you can be sure.
Take care young Jenny... my love goes out.
From a wiser you.