Experiences.
Life is what you make it or so I have been told and indeed how you use memories are an important part of the present and future. At this time I thought it would be a great moment to reflect on a simple but significant trip from my early days to the seaside.
The couch was crowded with happy chatting children, parents and guardians. Although in real terms the journey may not have been long, there was constant inquiry from the children of are we there yet? It was early morning and the sunlight glinted off of the shiny bright parts of the cars on the road as the journey progressed.
Boldly and in unison, there was the collective exclamation, as just for a moment in front of the coach there was a flash of extensive blue with the sunlight reflected off the expanse of ocean. It was not long after that, chattering eager visitors swarmed over the beach, after being instructed not to be late for the return journey. This warning would later have a particular importance for myself.
At that precise time it was of commanding importance that a Punch and Judy show was about to open for the pleasure of the awaiting sitting crowd. The beach was crowded with ice cream munching visitors. The sun beamed down and many of the lounging figures, some draped with handkerchiefs over the head, were turning a deep lobster red.
I joined a small group of children bent on exploring the rocky stretch that was secluded in the shade under the massive rusty supports for the extensive pier. At first I was invigorated by the cooler air and the pungent smell of the copious seaweed until things began to take an alarming turn. The leading group of children had an amazing agility and totally lacked any fear of falling. The distance between myself and them, was becoming greater every second, but I needed to keep up.
It was with a shock that I found myself staring at the wooden planks of the underside of the pier. The back of my head hurt and I had a strange taste in my mouth as I had inadvertently bit my own tongue from the fall. It took a few moments for me to regain my feet and set off after my compatriots, who of course were oblivious of my predicament. The back of my shorts were soaking wet and stuck uncomfortably to my skin.
We had travelled so far out on the rocks that the waves were crashing over them making an awesome spray display, high it shot out into the air. The truth is back then, I have no doubt it was fear rather than good judgement that caused me to break off from following my companions and return to the amusements on the pier.
Like many things, there is good and bad luck and sometimes both at the same time. After watching the bumper cars I came across a rear gunner machine that displayed a series of attacking aircraft and the objective was that I had to shoot them. I did not realise something was wrong until I heard somebody remark, you should join the Royal Air Force! It was then that I realised the machine was not stopping but continuously running and the time for me was of no consideration. Somebody from the coach announced you’re lost and we need to get to the coach before it leaves. I resented the accusation, as obviously I knew where I was, but it snapped me into timely action anyhow.
Even if at the time things may seem bad, they have a potential to shape good decisions in the future. Memories and experiences can be the lasting examples that we need to use history to our advantage and never let any lesson or skill learnt to go to waste.
The couch was crowded with happy chatting children, parents and guardians. Although in real terms the journey may not have been long, there was constant inquiry from the children of are we there yet? It was early morning and the sunlight glinted off of the shiny bright parts of the cars on the road as the journey progressed.
Boldly and in unison, there was the collective exclamation, as just for a moment in front of the coach there was a flash of extensive blue with the sunlight reflected off the expanse of ocean. It was not long after that, chattering eager visitors swarmed over the beach, after being instructed not to be late for the return journey. This warning would later have a particular importance for myself.
At that precise time it was of commanding importance that a Punch and Judy show was about to open for the pleasure of the awaiting sitting crowd. The beach was crowded with ice cream munching visitors. The sun beamed down and many of the lounging figures, some draped with handkerchiefs over the head, were turning a deep lobster red.
I joined a small group of children bent on exploring the rocky stretch that was secluded in the shade under the massive rusty supports for the extensive pier. At first I was invigorated by the cooler air and the pungent smell of the copious seaweed until things began to take an alarming turn. The leading group of children had an amazing agility and totally lacked any fear of falling. The distance between myself and them, was becoming greater every second, but I needed to keep up.
It was with a shock that I found myself staring at the wooden planks of the underside of the pier. The back of my head hurt and I had a strange taste in my mouth as I had inadvertently bit my own tongue from the fall. It took a few moments for me to regain my feet and set off after my compatriots, who of course were oblivious of my predicament. The back of my shorts were soaking wet and stuck uncomfortably to my skin.
We had travelled so far out on the rocks that the waves were crashing over them making an awesome spray display, high it shot out into the air. The truth is back then, I have no doubt it was fear rather than good judgement that caused me to break off from following my companions and return to the amusements on the pier.
Like many things, there is good and bad luck and sometimes both at the same time. After watching the bumper cars I came across a rear gunner machine that displayed a series of attacking aircraft and the objective was that I had to shoot them. I did not realise something was wrong until I heard somebody remark, you should join the Royal Air Force! It was then that I realised the machine was not stopping but continuously running and the time for me was of no consideration. Somebody from the coach announced you’re lost and we need to get to the coach before it leaves. I resented the accusation, as obviously I knew where I was, but it snapped me into timely action anyhow.
Even if at the time things may seem bad, they have a potential to shape good decisions in the future. Memories and experiences can be the lasting examples that we need to use history to our advantage and never let any lesson or skill learnt to go to waste.
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