Summertime
“In the garden, I sit and soak up the symphony,
A collage of summer evenings, a perfect harmony.
Laughter, chatter, and music intertwine,
Creating a tapestry of memories, so divine.
The breeze carries whispers of joy and delight,
As I bask in the magic of a summer’s night.”
Hope you’re having a lovely evening, where ever you are.
(Disclaimer: rough scribble, not proofed)
Recently I shared an old memory to one of my personal social media platforms. This included a picture of me not long after starting high school. It’s not a great photo and it’s before I had corrective surgery on my ears, as I couldn’t hear behind me as my ears stuck out.
I wasn’t diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder until I was forty years old and school wasn’t a place I really enjoyed as a result of those unknown issues, this topped with daily beatings, physical and emotional abuse from my so called peers. Made my teenage years a misery, that I’ve long since moved on from and made peace with things.
Over thirty years later some of the comments on my post were from kids I went to school with. Reminding me about some of the stupid mistakes and trouble I got up to from age 11-16. There’s two things that these people seem to conveniently forget.
The fact that after leaving high school, I’ve had a long and successful career in engineering, including science based, R&D & aerospace. Whilst also finding time to pen 5 anthologies of poetry and a well received book on witchcraft with my co author Daisy Burton. Means nothing to these guys.
I’m not the same shy, awkward little hobbit sized little bastard I was back then. Life changes, evolves & moves forward. I’ve risen from the ashes of my past to become, a respectable member of society & a member of the gentlemen’s brotherhood or Freemasons. While those who we’re supposed to go on to big things in life seem to have rested on their laurels so to speak.
The moral of this tale is that we ALL make mistakes as children, we all do stupid things while we’re growing up, you show me someone who claims they didn’t & I’ll show them a liar. The true test of a person’s character is whether or not 20-30 years down the line they’ve learnt a lesson from these incidents. If not we’re doomed to repeat them until we do.
I guess even after 30 years high school never ends..!
Stay Safe X
When I first started writing around the start of the millennium. I wrote a piece called Angels. It was obvious who it was written about. As I’m now a grandfather, and I’ve been going over my very first scribbles to give them a polish,
I’d like to share it with you…
Angels
(Grandad’s Shed edition)
In the depths of my soul, I’ve stumbled and swayed.
As a father, I’m flawed, but my love never strayed.
No blueprint to follow, no roadmap to find,
But my love for you both is clearly defined.
I confess, there were moments when I was unfair.
But my love, dear daughters, was always there.
You are my angels, my guiding stars above,
I’ve always wanted the best for you, my loves.
Ups and downs, we’ve weathered the storms,
A bond unbreakable, my troubles transformed.
So please forgive me for all my mistakes,
And know that my love will never break.
For in every beat of my heart you reside,
With every breath, my love cannot hide.
So trust in my love, and believe that it’s true,
For there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for you.
(c)BobChristian
As many of you know, I’m a huge comic book fan and I used to run a geek website. Well, many years ago, I found a strange looking comic book, on a popular auction website, it was called Twisted Dark, well. Long story short, I’ve been hooked on the comics by its creator Neil Gibson ever since.
Neil has a (twisted) challenge…
“read the first two stories in either Twisted Dark or The Theory, and then try to put the book down. That’s it.”
I’ve failed miserably and as such own the entire run of “Twisted Dark” So the other night, it was a nice evening, and some blokes kicking a ball thingy was on, I retired to the garden. While I was there, i decided to try to scribble a little something fitting of the above challenge, so I give you
Twisted (Challenge edition)
A challenge dared, a tale to tell,
One chapter read, in darkness dwelt.
Brave souls are you to take the dare,
But Twisted Dark caught us in its snare.
With every page the mysteries grew,
And one by one, our hearts it drew.
If you’d like to check out what I describe as the “Black mirror of Comic books”, visit https://www.twistedcomics.co.uk/twisted-challenge/
The Ramblings of Bob Christian 