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Childhood Memories

A child of the 1970s, here's a little poem about some of the things I remember. I hope it brings back fond memories for some of you xxx When I was a kid, we had conker fights, Played out all day till on came the street lights. Rolled marbles, played Jacks and hop-scotch too, Skipped rope, Knock Down Ginger, always so much to do! Saturday morning pictures in the cinema was such a treat, Whilst mum shopped for dinner, two veg and some meat. Tinned fruit and carnation, or angel delight,  Tapioca was fish spawn but rice pudding's all right. If mum and dad went out, it was to a Berni Inn, They'd drink Babycham, snowballs, and a Party Seven tin. Everyone smoked cigarettes wherever you went, To the shops for ten John Player's I'd be sent! The shop was terrific, it's shelves lined with jars, Filled with sweets and nice chocolate bars. A quarter of cough candy, bonbons or cola cubes, Pear drops were the best, and sherbert fountains in tubes! A ten pee mixed bag of sweets...

When Times Are Hard

  When Times Are Hard Promise yourself to be so strong,  Nothing can disturb your peace of mind. To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet. To make all your friends feel there is something in them. To look on the bright side and make your optimism come true. To think only of the best, To work only for the best,  And to be just as enthusiastic about the success of others, as you are about your own. To forget the mistakes of the past and to press on to the greater achievements of the future. To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every little creature you see a smile. To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticise others. To be too large for worry and too small for anger, too strong for fear and too happy to permit the presence of trouble. By Vivienne Hughes to Mum (Josie Hughes) In times of my own weakness I don't always follow this myself but if you can find the strength to follow this guide, it...

Reflection

  She hasn’t had the easiest life- in fact, it has often brought her to her knees. While the people she meets would marvel at her strength, they don’t know the struggles she’s endured to become the woman she is today. Yes, she’s found a way to dig deep and rise above the fire that once threatened to tear her apart. She still cries in the shower sometimes and fights to keep it together..but she knows what it takes now to keep moving forward. There are still days that she battles just to keep a smile on her face, but she’s become used to that- she’s a fighter. She’s walked through the fire, risen from the ashes and did what she had to do to survive the hard times.. And she doesn’t regret any of it. She learned from the toughest challenges what it takes to do more than simply survive... she wants to thrive and be happy, most of all. She is done living day to day and heartbreak to heartache. She’s determined to thrive, rise above and find her wings again. She’s not a princess, a damse...