In My Day

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Written for https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2023/03/14/fandangos-story-starter-88/

‘Things were different back in the day when we had snow, we still went to school. I remember trudging through the snow, with a heavy bag on my back. You never heard me moan about how hard it was.’

‘But Grandad, Mum can’t drive the car.’

‘Car, my lad, car! Why you don’t walk I don’t know. When I were young, I would walk everywhere.’

‘It’s too far, besides, don’t you love having me at home.’

‘Depends, what you going to do.’

‘I thought we could make a snowman, like we did at your house a few years ago. Do you remember, we made a carrot nose, and potato eyes.’

‘We could, although lad, you’re a lot more bigger now, and could help your old Grandpa. These old bones aren’t what they used to be, I reckon we could make one in my front garden.’

‘Ooh yes, please Grandpa, it’s been ages since you’ve got out of your chair. Mum says your superglued.’

A small smile, and he pushed himself out of his chair, snow day, perhaps they didn’t exist in his school. Maybe they should have, besides, he wasn’t going to tell his grandson, about making a sledge, which they used to take turns going down the hill. What’s a few broken bones between friends?

‘Go on then lad, let’s get going.’

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

10 thoughts on “In My Day”

  4. Hello Diana! It’s heartwarming to hear about the special bond between a grandparent and a grandchild, especially during the winter season. I can imagine the joy on the child’s face when his grandpa agreed to make a snowman with him. It’s true that things were different back in the day when people didn’t rely on cars to get around and braved the snow to attend school or work. The story reminded me of my own childhood memories of playing in the snow with my siblings and grandparents. It’s important to cherish these moments and pass on these traditions to future generations. The love and connection between family members are what truly matters in the end. 👍👏👌😊

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