“went to church (wattahero)” / “fell off bike” / “TIB at centre 66” / “played football, good fun”
A comparatively busy diary entry for a change.
Quite the mix of things in there too.
Obviously, going to church was treated (*cough*) with dubious respect, going so far as ridiculing myself, maybe as something of a sarcastic riposte against my parents who may have persuaded me to do so? Or may not.
“fell off bike” conjures up all sorts of nasty 50-year-old images, none of which are probably as innocuous as the accident was when I was 14.
“played football, good fun” is far more intriguing, thanks to my total lack of recall as to where and who with. I’ll guess it was with the people from my TIBS group, although since this consisted of just 4 guys and more than 6 girls, I have my doubts.
I can remember playing football – more realistically described as “kickabout” – when I was much younger than 14. Night after night I would go out into the back alley of our first house and, by myself, play a brick wall at football for hours on end. I think the wall won every time?
Ah, such youthful simplicity. Ah, such youthful energy and exercise.