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Looking for a picture of a club from my youth for [url= http://singletrackmag.com/forum/topic/the-clubs-of-your-youth ]this thread[/url], got me searching through images of the lake where my aunt and uncle had a cabin when I was growing up, and I am now experiencing physical heart-ache.
The place was amazing. In the [url= https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=whiteshell+provincial+park&safe=active&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjVxbDOwJPPAhXmCMAKHfxPD4sQiR4IggE&biw=1680&bih=949 ]Whiteshell Provincial Park[/url] on the Manitoba-Ontario border, it was a log cabin built on a cliff overlooking West Hawk Lake. My dad and my uncle built the place by hand, and there were stone steps that led down to the dock and boathouse on the water.
Many a summer night, we would sit down on the dock after a cold moonlit swim and [url= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c3G9b6j3nCA ]listen to the loons[/url].
In some ways it was a fairly typical Canadian experience, but regardless... what a privilege!
Just a glimpse of a small part of the lake:
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Youth
My Dad
Anfield stadium.
fasthaggis - Member
My Dad
I'm with you there. 🙁
Hairless earlobes
freedom
Being attractive to the opposite sex 😥
I'd show that Mark Webb a thing or two...
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My mate Ewan.
We were best mates all through school and did the same course at Uni.
Almost every happy memory of my childhood included him.
In second year at Uni he met a girl to whom I took an instant and mutual dislike. However, the choice was his to make and we tolerated each other for Ewan's sake for the next four or five years.
Ewan got a job which took him away to the Falklands for three separate 6 month periods.
On the third of these he met another girl whilst he was there, who was from St Helena but was working in the Falklands.
When he returned to the UK, he binned his long term girlfriend and was going to import the one from St Helena.
We went out for a beer one night and he started telling me how he hadn't been getting on with the original girfriend and how horrible she had been to him over an extended period of time.
That's when I made the biggest mistake of my life to date.
Instead of just listening without comment, I told him how much I had always despised her. I held nothing back. Seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
Three weeks later the St Helenian one was forgotten and he was back together with the original one. They were married less than a year later and are still together with two kids after 17 years.
I haven't seen or heard from Ewan since he got back with her. I stupidly put him in an impossible position of having to choose between his wife and his best friend. He made the same choice I would have made in his place. I don't blame him one tiny bit.
My fault. My biggest regret of my life.
just going out playing without a care in the world and meeting up with all your mates
The affect of gravity on my body, i used to have large chest and thin waist at 25, no at 41, my chest has shrunk and my waist expanded, i expect by 65 i'll have really fat ankles.....
My dad. And my mum.
🙁
The joy of a new grot mag.
The joy of a new grot mag
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30" waist, No Hangovers....
There used to be a small music venue in Cockermouth called The Office .
Had so many great evenings (&mornings) in there.
Rip Errol .
Live music. Usually 2 or 3 times a month in my late teens with people who liked rock, metal, blues.
Sitting with a couple of beers listening to a good album loudly too. Harder now there is always a kid asleep or a neighbour to think about.
Much harder to find time these days.
Cas Rock Cafe and the Tap o Lauriston. Especially the Tap, never known a place to cause so many conversations with so many randoms, it was a total melting pot. And [i]everyone[/i] was in a band. Sort of places that are culturally essential, but nobody in any position of authority cares because it's the wrong sort of culture
Woolworths
Team sports and two good knees ! We moved around a lot so no one place had a particulary fond memory as a kid. Uni and Postgrad where good, should have stayed on another 2 years really and tried for the PhD. Probably miss more things from my mid 20's to mid 30's than earlier.
Stimorol, I was convinced ( in 1983) it had a wee bit of billy in it.
Ere, Perchy, that reminds me...
Back in the 90's i saw a video with this bloke with his arm in some bird right up to his elbow 😛
It was Rod Hull, you mucky minded pups
The simple life. No social media, no internet and 4 channels on the TV.
Racing these in the Fort Lauderdale Keys..
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Racing these in the Fort Lauderdale Keys..
Ahhh the Sunfish, the illegitimate love child of an Oppie and a Laser.
Oppie club at Trearddur bay, you had sunshine, we had wind (lots), tide (lots), rocks (both the cliff and the pointy under the surface type), sharks (basking) and fog.
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My treehouse. It was amazing, in an old cherry tree in the garden, I mostly built it myself and it had a roof with opening glass skylight, a rope ladder you could pull up to keep out girls, and enough space to camp in at night. It was ace.
Summer holidays
Having no concept of responsibility or worry about money/jobs etc
A lot of friends who I've lost touch with or fallen out with
Building dens out in the fields - we had some great ones with stoves/fireplaces etc to bivvy out in. As above, no social media mobile phones.
Some lovely friends, male and female.
Sometimes I see people now and think "hey thats such and such" only to realise thats how such and such looked 30 years ago and they are old now and I probably wouldnt recognise them.
Not that I climb many trees nowadays but the ability to fall out of them and land as if made of rubber is something I miss.
A good sense of hearing is also something I'd like to own again.
Being attractive to the opposite sex
Age has swung that in my favour; I get more offers now than ever.
I know - swoon, right... 🙂
The smell of deep heat rub, as an athlete it was always the stench that filled up changing rooms of schools at county cross country races
The smell of a two-stroke running with castrol-r.
Time. Summer holidays, half term, after school, weekends, breaktime, lunchtime...
Living in a civilized society rather than one on the verge of collapse.Vast swathes of this country are becoming Mad Max territories.All because of the greed of the greedheads.
Dorset, especially the coast between Seaton and Poole, many a great beach party along the coast when I was young, and just staring out to sea,and the storms too.
deep sigh.
monkeycmonkeydo where?