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Growing Pains
Growing Pains
Flashback to me at 6, pretending to be a Thundercat NO growing pains NO thoughts of growing old. Always played Lion-O, he was so brave, so cool had to be him just because he ruled. Running up and down the street saving the world with a branch from a tree, swinging it about like a baton saving the earth from a virtual enemy.
My mate Johnny always Snarf only because he was so daft, bless that boy and his Asthma pump could never run but could always jump, just like a Gummy bear “bouncing here, there and everywhere”.
Stevey from 3 doors down always came out in his Spiderman dressing gown, “real shame” council moved him out to a different part of town! He was our Tygra, always had sweets and would lend his last fiver.
Remember Wily Kit and Wily Kat we had no real twins that could play that, so we told Jenny and Gary from number 10 to be able to play they would have to be them.
Hayley, at the end of the street always played Cheetara just because she was so sweet, always had to leave early when her father yelled where the fuck are ya… he was a mean old prick, screaming and shouting waving his walking stick! These were the growing pains that affected our relationship.
Remembering those playful antics where we could become anything, always on the go so frantic, a cartoon character from the TV, Sharkey and George “the crime busters of the sea”, Trapdoor and brave star spending all our spare time playing outdoors shouting out “strength of a bear” “speed of a Puma, Puma” I could always be found playing with a childish humour.
Then along came the age of 10, new house in a new street no council estate for me, a new school, fresh start, introduced to the footballing art, from a thundercat to part of the Junior school football thug-ary, a miniature version of the football factory, always at the Head teachers door for scrapping in the playground with some mug who kicked out at me.
Never had a fight about anything too serious, normally about a goal that didn’t go in “it didn’t go in sir”, “Yes sir it went over the jumpers sir, you know the jumpers for goal posts sir, “come on Neil you know it didn’t go in”, Yes sir we argued so I punched him”, “ I said to Neil that was no goal, Justin our GK was distracted by that Lauren Girl.
Flashback to that Lauren girl the only girl in our Junior school that had developed a little quicker than the rest, she required a different type of support, you know what I mean the kinda support for breasts. An example of “GROWING PAINS“ at its very best.
Next stop secondary school where in year 7 dyin your hair became the rule, tryin to chase the girls instead of that football was the best way to spend break time, lunch time, and the walk to the centre at home time.
Year 9, being the class clown making the teacher scream out loud, “Hazelgrove you will be nothing and never leave this town”. I scream back “yes sir, but at least the girls will think I was so great”. With my undercut and bleached hair looking like a circus act I didn’t care.
Remember Lauren, she became my secondary school first date, always wanting to chat but to be fair I couldn’t look her in her eyes, my eyes just stared straight at her pair, I couldn’t help it they were both just their, never spoke more than 3 words to the girl I was always like “hiya”, “uh yer”, “uh bye”, followed by a blank stare normally in the direction of her derriere.
Come year 11 style changed, looking like a member of Take that, chat up line started to take shape, asking one of the girls I used to date “how deep is your love”, fancy poppin round the back of youth club, see I had a GROWING PAIN, she replies “we cant do that, im on nothing” I tell her “don’t worry I have something, a Love glove” don’t want any mini Haze’s to ruin young love.
This girl could be the beginning of my first love, until I get to college and realise my true love, beer, football with the lads, no time for Lauren anymore she starts to build a name for herself, 1 lad 2 lads 3 lads 4…. I think even back then we called it a whore?
2nd year of college local girls at my feet, introduction to the thresher girls was taken by me, putty in my hands, full of lustful energy, if you need any help I will be in the 2nd canteen on the right with all the football team, cheeky girls and the best vendor machines.
This was the golden era, all the boys had no fear just a lust for life, beer and a feeling of immortality, life is forever until we hit reality, our mate cookie just 17 gonna be a daddy.
These are the pains of growing old, growing pains that remind me of the days when I wish I could be back in my garden playing Lion-O, I’m not lying though when playing the role of Bravestarr seemed so long ago.
Haze
Copyright © December 2010
Flashback to me at 6, pretending to be a Thundercat NO growing pains NO thoughts of growing old. Always played Lion-O, he was so brave, so cool had to be him just because he ruled. Running up and down the street saving the world with a branch from a tree, swinging it about like a baton saving the earth from a virtual enemy.
My mate Johnny always Snarf only because he was so daft, bless that boy and his Asthma pump could never run but could always jump, just like a Gummy bear “bouncing here, there and everywhere”.
Stevey from 3 doors down always came out in his Spiderman dressing gown, “real shame” council moved him out to a different part of town! He was our Tygra, always had sweets and would lend his last fiver.
Remember Wily Kit and Wily Kat we had no real twins that could play that, so we told Jenny and Gary from number 10 to be able to play they would have to be them.
Hayley, at the end of the street always played Cheetara just because she was so sweet, always had to leave early when her father yelled where the fuck are ya… he was a mean old prick, screaming and shouting waving his walking stick! These were the growing pains that affected our relationship.
Remembering those playful antics where we could become anything, always on the go so frantic, a cartoon character from the TV, Sharkey and George “the crime busters of the sea”, Trapdoor and brave star spending all our spare time playing outdoors shouting out “strength of a bear” “speed of a Puma, Puma” I could always be found playing with a childish humour.
Then along came the age of 10, new house in a new street no council estate for me, a new school, fresh start, introduced to the footballing art, from a thundercat to part of the Junior school football thug-ary, a miniature version of the football factory, always at the Head teachers door for scrapping in the playground with some mug who kicked out at me.
Never had a fight about anything too serious, normally about a goal that didn’t go in “it didn’t go in sir”, “Yes sir it went over the jumpers sir, you know the jumpers for goal posts sir, “come on Neil you know it didn’t go in”, Yes sir we argued so I punched him”, “ I said to Neil that was no goal, Justin our GK was distracted by that Lauren Girl.
Flashback to that Lauren girl the only girl in our Junior school that had developed a little quicker than the rest, she required a different type of support, you know what I mean the kinda support for breasts. An example of “GROWING PAINS“ at its very best.
Next stop secondary school where in year 7 dyin your hair became the rule, tryin to chase the girls instead of that football was the best way to spend break time, lunch time, and the walk to the centre at home time.
Year 9, being the class clown making the teacher scream out loud, “Hazelgrove you will be nothing and never leave this town”. I scream back “yes sir, but at least the girls will think I was so great”. With my undercut and bleached hair looking like a circus act I didn’t care.
Remember Lauren, she became my secondary school first date, always wanting to chat but to be fair I couldn’t look her in her eyes, my eyes just stared straight at her pair, I couldn’t help it they were both just their, never spoke more than 3 words to the girl I was always like “hiya”, “uh yer”, “uh bye”, followed by a blank stare normally in the direction of her derriere.
Come year 11 style changed, looking like a member of Take that, chat up line started to take shape, asking one of the girls I used to date “how deep is your love”, fancy poppin round the back of youth club, see I had a GROWING PAIN, she replies “we cant do that, im on nothing” I tell her “don’t worry I have something, a Love glove” don’t want any mini Haze’s to ruin young love.
This girl could be the beginning of my first love, until I get to college and realise my true love, beer, football with the lads, no time for Lauren anymore she starts to build a name for herself, 1 lad 2 lads 3 lads 4…. I think even back then we called it a whore?
2nd year of college local girls at my feet, introduction to the thresher girls was taken by me, putty in my hands, full of lustful energy, if you need any help I will be in the 2nd canteen on the right with all the football team, cheeky girls and the best vendor machines.
This was the golden era, all the boys had no fear just a lust for life, beer and a feeling of immortality, life is forever until we hit reality, our mate cookie just 17 gonna be a daddy.
These are the pains of growing old, growing pains that remind me of the days when I wish I could be back in my garden playing Lion-O, I’m not lying though when playing the role of Bravestarr seemed so long ago.
Haze
Copyright © December 2010
Published 4th Jan 2012
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