Photo Challenge #169 – Growing Up Was No Fun

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Image: Jean-Daniel Beley

Summer arrived shirts were off.

The boy loved the long days

Endless games in backyards

Exploring the surrounds

Stepping into places forbidden.

From morning till evening

He met with mates

Picked sides, made plans

Some days riding out of town

Some days huddled around someone’s bright idea.

They played along the old train line

Hid from the farmer in the recesses of the bridge

Fished the creek, marvelled at the tiny mud gudgettes.

It was all so carefree

Innocence and no responsibility.

Injury was part of the game

They nursed each other through the pain of falling

Washed each other’s wounds

Band-Aids a plenty, fixed everything.

In time summer meant, shirts on

Lazy Lawler had skin cancers

Marky went crazy, they said from playing with ropes,

Sally had skin rashes that must have been the creek.

The boy was told of dangers

He learned about responsibility.

Age brought with it doubts

Kids moved away

There were fewer games

Neighbours found jobs

Money meant cars

Independence, girls and trouble.

When Petey took his life, everything changed

Gone was his childhood

Anger surfaced as never before

Fingers were pointed

The boy withdrew into his world

Doors were shut

Kids grew silent

As they wondered….

They met a last time

“Growing up is no fun,” said one

They nodded in agreement

The boy went home,

Shut the door to his room

It was better that way.

 

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/06/13/photo-challenge-169/

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21 Responses to Photo Challenge #169 – Growing Up Was No Fun

  1. That’s sad 😦 but ultimately probably true for a lot of folks. Things do not get simpler as you get older.

  2. Cara Hartley says:

    Growing up sucks.
    I sometimes think about that Twilight Zone episode where the elderly folk turn into kids again while playing Kick the Can. Your poem has a similar feel to it.

  3. Lorraine says:

    When we lose innocence, we lose the magical.

  4. scribblersdip says:

    Great story – truthful and honest – and I like how you set this up and it came around, the cycles and patterns ….

    • Michael says:

      Thanks Pat, as kids we are indestructible, as we age we become so much more brittle.

      • scribblersdip says:

        true – and the mystery is to re-learn how to be supple

      • Michael says:

        Well old age interferes with supple I’m sad to say

      • scribblersdip says:

        yes, and no – perhaps physically, but if one can keep the mind bent in that direction?

      • Michael says:

        Well that’s a good point. Our minds need to be supple otherwise we become cranky old sticks stuck in mud.

      • scribblersdip says:

        LOL@cranky old sticks 😀

        well, there are moments when it’s okay to allow for the cranky, but I really think it’s all about the mind – and then if possible, the body will follow, not necessarily back to “ease” – but it’s about the mind …. although deciding to play in mud puddles can be good too, especially when older, – problem of not being able to get up again, aside – as long as you don’t care about a few raised eyebrows 😉

  5. MC Clark says:

    Damn, this is sad! And true. But I would still go crawdad catching again if given the chance. 🙂

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