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My Seventies Stuff

My Seventies Stuff

Noddy, Big ears & Looby Lou... Paddington bear with Winnie the Pooh, Eeyore, Tigger, Piglet too Also Rabbit, Owl & Kanga-roo

Barbie with her boyfriend Ken, children’s books about Mr. Men
Sindy, Patch & a doll called Tressy with her belly button that you’d  press to grow her hair in a tress

Home made bogies made of bits of Dad’s old wood with four little pram wheels that you would salvage if you could...a big orange ball called a Space Hopper that I bounced on everyday like a little bopper

Chopper bikes, roller skates if you didn’t have either you would use your mates... Seventies toys when we were small we’d play outside & have a ball

Staying out until the dark, playing with your friends..having a lark... your Mother used to give you a shout & look for you if you weren’t about

Memories of my childhood years when playing was fun without any fears, dirty hands & soily skinned knees from handmade swings with ropes on trees

Oh how I miss those bygone days of Oh so long ago... yet I will never forget the happiness I had with my friends I used to know

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Jill Tait

Yes I go back alot these days lol to those days haha so glad you enjoyed Cherie & thanks loads as ever ???

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A Lonely Journey

Jillpopper, 
I agree with Cheerie! That is fantastic! It is so true, and wonderfully reminiscent of youth. Loved it! 
I wasn't as lucky as you guys, though. You see, I grew up in a Chicken Emporium in Maxwell, North Dakota, and didn't have many toys. But we still made the best of it. I had a sock that I called Ernesto, and he would speak the loveliest Spanish...in German(he was bi-lingual), and we would listen to his stories of being inside of shoes, and lost in a dryer. It's was so fascinating, yet incredibly dull. We also had a piece of string called Stringy, and he adorn our heads as we pretended to be Amish mule tenders. It was so much fun, yet ridiculously mind-numbing. I miss those days, don't you? And the goats! Oh, those goats. Sometimes they would eat Stringy, and we would cry for days. Man, I miss him. 
Anyway, thank you for bringing back those great, yet horrible memories! LOL. 

Awesome write, my friend!! 

M. 

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Jill Tait

Thanks Matthew haha@ ‘Amish mule tenders’ n string you paint such a vivid picture in my head teehee ???

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A Lonely Journey

Jill, 
In all honesty, thank you for not thinking I'm crazy. 
And I'm so glad you enjoyed the revelations of my odd childhood. I did have SOME good times, like the time I fell into an iron smelting hole, and my mom fashioned me into the Tin Man for my Halloween costume(unfortunately, it was in January, so I had to wear it for 10 months, but it was a big hit at the Town Halloween Party, even though I wasn't invited. Another time a ferret bit me on the bum when I was using his cage as a settee. It hurt, but it was still a memory. 
You're loopy, young lady. 
M. 

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Jill Tait

Lmao@ Matthew’s Brilliant imagination u r a genius wordsmith my friend ?⭐️?

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A Lonely Journey

Thank you Jill! I'm sorry if I'm a little warped. As a youngster I was left out in the rain, and I became such. I'm so glad I can be crazy with such wonderful people as you, and Cheerie, and Lodi, and Red, and Marion, though! 
Thank you! 

Matthew. 

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Jill Tait

Yep Cosmo brings out the best in us I reckon we alot of happy, wacky, sunny souls xxx

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