Comments on: childhood http://doctorben.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/childhood/ Dr Ben on the strange world that is an emergency department Thu, 26 Feb 2009 01:05:53 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Damian http://doctorben.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/childhood/#comment-201 Damian Tue, 05 Jun 2007 12:39:47 +0000 http://doctorben.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/childhood/#comment-201 Surly? He was unhinged! Surly?

He was unhinged!

]]> By: Dr Ben http://doctorben.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/childhood/#comment-191 Dr Ben Thu, 31 May 2007 12:03:37 +0000 http://doctorben.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/childhood/#comment-191 Actually, I know the exact rock you are talking about! It's amazing we were never bitten by snakes, or run over. He was rather a surly bloke wasn't he?! It was crazy in retrospect, all we were doing was wandering around the place, we never actually tried to do anything destructive...Definately eels in the creek, I saw 'em! Actually, I know the exact rock you are talking about! It’s amazing we were never bitten by snakes, or run over. He was rather a surly bloke wasn’t he?! It was crazy in retrospect, all we were doing was wandering around the place, we never actually tried to do anything destructive…Definately eels in the creek, I saw ‘em!

]]> By: Damian http://doctorben.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/childhood/#comment-190 Damian Thu, 31 May 2007 11:33:37 +0000 http://doctorben.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/childhood/#comment-190 For a moment there I was lying in the dirt, under the lip of that big smooth boulder under the track - at the point where the caretaker would have to stop his car and get out to look for us. I'm sure there are readers out there who think we should have had ASBOS against us, but I never forgave him for trying to tell Greg and I that the bush was teh guides' private property, and that we were trespassing. Silly old coot! In hindsight, the way he drove his truck after us was quite dangerous. Either he had no regard for human safety, or he mistook us for some really bad kids that actually damaged the place. (Either that, or he knew that if he ran over us, he could hide the bodies without enyone ever knowing!) I never saw eels though - just tortoises and yabbies. For a moment there I was lying in the dirt, under the lip of that big smooth boulder under the track – at the point where the caretaker would have to stop his car and get out to look for us.

I’m sure there are readers out there who think we should have had ASBOS against us, but I never forgave him for trying to tell Greg and I that the bush was teh guides’ private property, and that we were trespassing. Silly old coot!

In hindsight, the way he drove his truck after us was quite dangerous. Either he had no regard for human safety, or he mistook us for some really bad kids that actually damaged the place. (Either that, or he knew that if he ran over us, he could hide the bodies without enyone ever knowing!)

I never saw eels though – just tortoises and yabbies.

]]> By: Dr Ben http://doctorben.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/childhood/#comment-186 Dr Ben Wed, 30 May 2007 15:33:37 +0000 http://doctorben.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/childhood/#comment-186 Thanks for charing Femme, your childhood sounds rather lovely too! Thanks for charing Femme, your childhood sounds rather lovely too!

]]> By: Femme http://doctorben.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/childhood/#comment-185 Femme Wed, 30 May 2007 15:22:41 +0000 http://doctorben.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/childhood/#comment-185 Maybe because I blogged it. Maybe because you werre about to (far more eloquently) blog it. I have been thinking about our existence as children recently. your childhood sounds just magical; the "indestructibility" being a universal feeling that most of us can relate to. Before Music came and invaded my senses (and/or sensibilities) I was an innocent child living next to a working farm. We had acres in which to run and play, to ride horses, to bring home field mice for mum to wail and stand on chairs about. We too were indestructable. We were free to sprain our ankles, get scraped and cut and stung and ride bikes too big for us wearing crappy clothes whilst no one worried about it. We smeared mud on our faces and were free to just "be" (until five o clock when we had to wash our hands and face for dinner). Thank you. Your memories evoked mine. They are happy memories. Maybe because I blogged it. Maybe because you werre about to (far more eloquently) blog it. I have been thinking about our existence as children recently. your childhood sounds just magical; the “indestructibility” being a universal feeling that most of us can relate to. Before Music came and invaded my senses (and/or sensibilities) I was an innocent child living next to a working farm. We had acres in which to run and play, to ride horses, to bring home field mice for mum to wail and stand on chairs about. We too were indestructable. We were free to sprain our ankles, get scraped and cut and stung and ride bikes too big for us wearing crappy clothes whilst no one worried about it. We smeared mud on our faces and were free to just “be” (until five o clock when we had to wash our hands and face for dinner). Thank you. Your memories evoked mine. They are happy memories.

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