As a child I remember the Jungle Book animated movie coming out and absolutely loved it. Years later it was showing at a nearby cinema and I took my three children to see it. One of their strongest memories of childhood was their embarrassment at me laughing out loud at Baloo the bear scratching his back with a tree during the Bear Necessities song – I just couldn’t help myself; even today if the film is mentioned that is the memory they all relay.
My little granddaughter Rhiannon (age 7) went to a car boot market with her parents today and saw this LP vinyl record. She knew the Jungle Book is my favourite ever movie and insisted on haggling with the seller until she bought it as a present for me. I’m thrilled. And even though there’s something very ‘role reversal’ about my granddaughter acknowledging one of my childhood loves I don’t care; in fact it’s quite one of the most touching things I’ve ever experienced.
One of my three daughters sent me this collage of her childhood days with her sisters, Carol and me reflecting how chilled they were. Such a lovely compliment as a parent I thought I would share it.
I thought I’d just stay with the theme of Favourite Photos today and share a lovely one of my granddaughter Beth. Children seem to grow up far quicker these days and so for me I like to celebrate their stages before its too late.
Sweet memories of my earliest introduction to music was twanging out folk songs on an elastic band held in my teeth at one end and in my hand at the other. Quite an enjoyable past time as long as the band didn’t slip out of my hand although having said that that’s when I would introduce vocals to the song 🙂
Sometimes when we look back on our childhood we have a tendency to remember only the negative things like perhaps being bullied in school. Just once in a while I like to take myself back to some of my favourite moments like those long hot summer holidays we used to have; six weeks off school and all the time in the world. In my day there wasn’t things like Internet or iPads to keep me stuck in the house in fact there wasn’t much of anything. But what there was was the great outdoors and your imagination. I would go out on a warm day, find a meadow, find a tree then lie back and feel the sun on my skin. Occasionally I would open one eye, look up into the sky and see a pirate galleon in the clouds, or the pyramids of Egypt and without a doubt I was there. Halcyon days.