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From as far back as I can remember I used to sit on this little red-bricked wall across from my house talking about the worlds ups and down with my best friend Laura. She had lived there with her older brother and her mum from when I was about 4 and we hit if off instantly, over the years we grew quite a strong friendship sitting on that little red-bricked wall. At the tender age of 7 it is where I had my first kiss, while she was a year younger than me she was always open to trying out new things on her little red-bricked wall.
We would go to the park, to the abandoned old peoples home, walk into town and play video games or watch TV with each other or just go on with our separate lives but we always reunited at her little red-bricked wall to talk about how the days events had unfolded.
We weren't the only ones to enjoy the company of the wall, her brother, my sister who were 2 and 2 ½ years older than me also joined in on occasion, there was also a friend of Laura's from school and her cousin who would pop by to enjoy the delight of all the red wally goodness. Beside her house laid a row of 4 or 5 houses that had been converted into a government-funded building helping people who were not 100% stable or indeed 100% sane. In this building stayed an old man, who we called J.R; he would turn up every so oven and start talking to us. While not actually sitting on the wall that often he was obviously drawn in by the wall and we grew to like the old man's ramblings. I heard a month or two ago that he had died in the past year but I'm sure he died happily after the love of our little red-bricked wall had filled the void that so many other walless people have.
Through good times and bad the wall was always there for us, with rain, snow or more rain, cancelled Simpson's episodes and boring news programmes the wall always stood by us. But close to my 11th birthday tragic struck, Laura moved house and the fortress of our little red-bricked wall was no more.
Years on I revisited the little red bricked wall and sure enough unchanged there sat a new crop of children, discussing the workings of the world and how they managed to end up sitting here on this little red-bricked wall. No one knows when, how or why the little red-bricked wall was build but although dead to me now and no more than a distant memory the little red-bricked wall lives on, hearing new stories and helping but a few of the worlds children get a grasp of the world around them who find themselves in the company of this little red-bricked wall.
Although part of my childhood died all those years ago I would like to thank that little red-bricked wall.
Thank you little red-bricked wall, you where an uncomfortable bastard but you have served the community well and I salute you.
Originally posted by trev33I think many kids, if lucky, have this experience in one way or another. Very nice, Trevor.
From as far back as I can remember I used to sit on this little red-bricked wall across from my house talking about the worlds ups and down with my best friend Laura. She had lived there with her older brother and her mum from when I was about 4 and we hit if off instantly, over the years we grew quite a strong friendship sitting on that little red-bricked wa ...[text shortened]... you where an uncomfortable bastard but you have served the community well and I salute you.
Originally posted by trev33A warm nostalgic insight Trev, thanks. Maybe 'll tell you guys about my first kiss sometime.
From as far back as I can remember I used to sit on this little red-bricked wall across from my house talking about the worlds ups and down with my best friend Laura. She had lived there with her older brother and her mum from when I was about 4 and we hit if off instantly, over the years we grew quite a strong friendship sitting on that little red-bricked wa ...[text shortened]... you where an uncomfortable bastard but you have served the community well and I salute you.
Maybe someone should start a "first kiss" thread? 🙂
Originally posted by trev33No matter what others post here that was a very nice story..Thanks
From as far back as I can remember I used to sit on this little red-bricked wall across from my house talking about the worlds ups and down with my best friend Laura. She had lived there with her older brother and her mum from when I was about 4 and we hit if off instantly, over the years we grew quite a strong friendship sitting on that little red-bricked wa ...[text shortened]... you where an uncomfortable bastard but you have served the community well and I salute you.