Today’s post will be a bit of a ramble through my life, schooldays, family holidays and just various other stuff from the last 49 years and 362 days.
So let’s start at the very beginning, Sunday July 23rd 1967, the day I popped into this world as a little chubby baby. Of course I remember absolutely nothing of that day or the following few years but I was a good baby, eating and sleeping when I was supposed to, sone people will tell you they are 2 things I am still very good at, eating and sleeping.
Sometime around when I was 4 it was time to go to school and learn the stuff that I would need for the rest of my life. So reading, writing and math, of course school couldn’t leave it at that so I had to also learn history, geography, and as I got older they added French, Science and accounting. But eventually my sentence of 14 years in school was completed and I was allowed out into the real world of being an adult. Whoohoo, time to work, grow up and be mature!
As usual I ramble, so back to my childhood and family holidays. We were lucky as we had a family holiday every year as we grew up. It was either on the beach in Portrane just outside Dublin, some were spent in Mosney Holiday Camp, we went to Wales, Isle of Man and our last family holiday together before we were to old to go on family holidays was to Jersey, a place were my parents spent their honeymoon.
We also had trips away with the Boy Scouts, again visiting the Isle of Man, various places in Ireland and Belgium. So all in all I was very lucky and got to travel and see different places, and now all these years later I am still seeing new places but on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.
So to borrow a phrase from Forest Gump…..”Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you are going to get.” Well I have certainly lived my first 50 years, living for 48 of them in Ireland and looking forward to living another half a century in the USA.