I was walking my friends daughter to school this morning, it was a crisp fresh morning and we walked down a small pathway surrounded by trees and grass, it was somehow the most beautiful morning I could remember for some time, I would go to say it was the most beautiful morning ever, maybe this was just because I’ve lived in the city centre for so long and I miss how it feels to be near nature.

I am by nature a country boy, I grew up in a small village on Anglesey in North Wales, my playground was acres and acres of fields, beaches where only six miles away, the Snowdonia mountains only fifteen from my home, closer in the summer when we spent our time in Caernarfon. It really was a magical place to grow up, I can remember standing in the grass in my bare feet, the morning dew feeling so nice between my toes as I played with it, today I almost felt like doing the same all over again.

But this is city life in the 21st century, its far more pleasing for people to play on there iPhone’s than engage in some more basic instincts, but really what’s more strange? me enjoying some wet grass between my feet, or the person walking past me, twittering to the would about the strange guy on the grass with no shoes on. It sometimes makes me feel that this society is less tolerant for being yourself than most people would think Ireland to be, but maybe the whole world is like this, or is it just a city thing? perhaps i really have been away from wales for to long.

I did enjoy my morning walk , I  wondered if Ciara was also enjoying the fresh morning, I looked down to a pink bobble hat and a mass of blonde hair being carried by a defiant stride that meant “I don’t want to be here but lets just get there so I can be warm” I was not quite sure how a 9yo could be so cranky, so I left her and wondered if she will have any fond memories of mornings like this, or if city children just dream of central heating instead.

Only a few people will remember these things.

I wish I was young again….

When you could run to where your best friend lived and spend all day long pretending to be
She-ra, saving the world from… god knows what..

When you watched TV for fun, not to escape from reality.

When things were pure and innocent, because you didn’t know any better.

When a game of marbles “for keeps” was the most exciting thing going on.

When stoppit and tidyup was a programme about plasticine monsters narrated by Terry Wogan and not a complaint from your parents.

When Cosmo and Dibs were well cool.

Before “friends” was an annoying rhetoric for the american dream.

Before Gary Wilmot’s career was over.

When Timmy Mallet wasn’t just an idiot with a hammer.

When you didnt need a mobile phone.

When The Worst Witch and Meg and Mog was our Harry Potter.

When collecting Pog’s was the “cool” thing to do.

When yo-yo’s entertained us for longer than 2 minutes.

When Weeble’s wobbled but didnt fall down.

When Spectrum’s where as good as PSP’s are now.
(Even when loading a game took 12 minutes! And that was fast!)

When Keeper’s where the best thing a girl had to a bank account.

When you thought having a boyfriend/girlfriend was disgusting.

When you could remember everything, whether it happened or not.

When 20 seemed ancient.

When the 6 weeks of the summer holidays dragged and seemed to go on for ever.

When playing with toys and talking to yourself wasnt seen as some sort of social disorder.

When Santa, the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny really did exist.

When hate meant fear.

When you could have a different best friend every week.

When you could set up galactic wars between Autobots and Decepticons.

When no matter how hard you tried, you could never beat the Rubik’s Cube.

When getting up at 6am of a weekend to watch Snorks, Sharky & George, Captain Caveman, Top Cat, Dungeons & Dragons and The Animaniacs was normal.

When owning Jelly shoes made you cool.

When wanting to be a Goonie was what you and all your friends wanted.

When you owned an extensive collection of Cabbage Patch Kids and trolls.

When you could breakdance, or wished you could.

When you would sit by the radio for hours to record your favourite songs on cassettes.

When Poltergeist actually freaked you out.

When you wanted to have an alien like Alf living in your house.

When you believed that “By the power of Greyskull, you HAD the power”

When partying “like it’s 1999″ seemed SO far away!!

When Swatch Watches were “in”.

When biker shorts underneath a short skirt felt stylish. (haha)

I could go on forever.
If i’ve missed anything let me know…

Con algunos verdaderos amigos
se puede hablar de cualquier cosa,
se estan a gusto uno con el otro,
dos almas que se susurran
y mantienen la fe cuando
el camino tiene espinas…

Cuando tienes amigos como estos
no importa
por cuanto tiempo los conociste
pues ya sabes
que siempre te comprenderan
no importa la distancia,
pues la amistad verdadera
no tiene frontera.

si el tiempo o la distancia
hubieran de separarnos
hoy, mañana, o en los dias venideros
nuestra amistad perdurara
en lo mas profundo de mi conciencia,
de mi corazon,
y de mi alma.

“No importa donde estes, no dudes que
mi amistad es tuya… para siempre”

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