Oh what a week of Drama we've had thankfully off forum but sadly closer to home where hometruths were spelt out but anyway and connected at one level to it is really more this post.
Everybody's childhood is different than each others and no doubt boyhood in the 1990's or 2000's was different than that of my own generation sandwiched between the late 1960's and 1970's which at times seems a foreign land today where red call boxes roamed the land as did boys on choppers and you'd all dash to back to see your favourite tv shows as there was video recorder never mind iPlayer back then.
See it or miss it, back then
Saturday mornings were Cartoon time not that we didn't have them in the weekdays such as those the BBC sandwiched between our programs and The News for groan ups.
Cartoons might feature between two ot three hour shows depend on where you lived Tiswas for those of in the Midlands from day one or SwapShop on BBC1 and between such programs too.
It didn't matter if they were a few years old, we enjoyed the Banana Splits, Josie and the Pussycats, Wacky Races and loads of Hanna-Barbera shows like the Flintstones.
Now it isn't so talked about but some Mothers really loved that stage in your life when you were their Little Boy keeping all sorts of reminders of those days, the things you made, badges you gained, even your last surviving clothes before everyone said "You're a Big Boy now!" and she mentally took a tissue to her eye.
Just imagine if you will that situation as a fourteen or fifteen year old in a tearfully sentimental story how she loved those years she retrived those last grey school shorts and said "Let's see if they still fit" (subtext "Are you reall that much of a Big Boy?")
Most would be embarassed but I'd of had tears of joy for being allowed to be him at least when mum loved it.
In her last years she got to loved a short trouser dressed Little Boy me and on the anniversary of her death this all comes back.
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