When I was a Sparklet
When I was a little Sparklet, we used to have a lot of fun, despite (or possibly because) Money was sometimes a bit tight. The best was the "Wild" the three of us (My two younger brothers and I) used to all throw ourselves onto my dad in the hallway on a Sunday evening, for a "Wild".. I think the idea was to tire us out for bath/story/bed time on a Sunday night. But it was brilliant! We could hurl ourselves at the auld fella continually, and he would fend us off as best he could. Which was pretty good as it goes, since he would have been about 30 and still playing footy at weekends. The only rule was "If anyone cries then we have to stop" which meant a lot of time hugging my littlest bro really hard and saying "Don't cry A****, Don't cry A***" And he'd breathe really hard and then re-join the fray..

Luckily as my own children grew, my Dad was still very much able to play "wild" with my little Sparklets, and I am very thankful that he continues in very good health.

However, as time went along, my parents divorced, and to say it was acrimonous would be the understatement of the decade, it made the McCartney divorce look like the blithering Waltons! As a result, neither of my brothers have spoken to my Dad for the last 14 years. My Dad has a beautiful talkative new granddaughter who he's never met, and I just know she'd love a game of wild with her Granddad..

I hate my brothers sometimes...And now I've just decided who I'm spending Christmas with!
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Wed 26 Nov 2008, 19:48, Reply)