Tales Of An Ill-spent Youth

Tales of an ill-spent youth: I used to leave my window open for Peter Pan.

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As a child… Well even now one of my favourite books is that of J.M. Barrie’s Peter Pan. I was always fascinated with Neverland, a world created by youth imagination, where you would never have to grow up. Not to mention Barrie’s words are just a captivating read. Continue reading

Tales of an ill-spent youth: The Tooth Fairy.

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As a child we look at the words spoken to us by grown-ups as truth and fact, needless to say they do give an occasional white lie every now and then. One day my brother was doing what older brothers do best, tormenting his younger sibling. This particular day my brother Shane had stolen my toy Rambo knife and was waving it just above my head holding it between his teeth. Of course back then my brother towered over me and he used that to his advantage. First I was polite and asked, “Could I please have it back?” After asking a few times to no prevail and being 5 years old at the time with very little patience, the screaming started. There’s only a certain amount of teasing and tormenting one can handle. My brother found it hilarious that I was getting all worked up. I’ve never quite understood the fascination with stirring the shit out of your younger siblings, I guess that was because I was the youngest in my family.

The tales of an ill-spent youth: The discovery that not everyone is the same.

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It’s amazing how the environment a child grows up in can effect their views on the world and how they interact with people around them. As a child we’re not born with hate, racism, prejudice, we only come to know of such things through the environment that surrounds us and the choices we make. I think one of the biggest struggles a parent has to face is how discerning they are with what views they impart on their children. The one thing, I miss about being young is the fact that nothing had names. Everything we would encounter was a new discovery.

Tales of an ill-spent youth: I think there was something up with my Japanese teacher!

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When I hear the song Mrs Robinson by Simon & Garfunkel my Japanese teacher always seems to come to mind. Okay so let’s put things into perspective. So it was 1994, my first year in high school, and back then it was a compulsory requirement to study a language and in my case it was Japanese. So how do I explain this story without sounding suspect? Well honestly, I don’t think there is a way that I can without a few people jumping to conclusions, so screw it, here goes.

Tales of an ill-spent youth: I used to leave my window open for Peter Pan.

Tales of an ill-spent youth: The Tooth Fairy.

The tales of an ill-spent youth: The discovery that not everyone is the same.

Tales of an ill-spent youth: I think there was something up with my Japanese teacher!

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