Written in response to the Daily word-prompt ‘Gray‘
As a baby, I was abandoned and forgotten about when my mother left me outside a shop!
It is, therefore, a sad fact that she only remembered that she had another child when one of my brothers asked her when they were going to go back to fetch the baby!
Realising I wasn’t wanted, (a joke) as soon as I was able I ran away from home, several times! Usually to the local infant school where apparently I wanted to join a class! Move on a couple of years and I did the opposite and spent most of my time running away from school. I have no idea why I did this, perhaps I craved attention, who knows what was going on in my childish mind!
Mostly I went to the local park or wandered on the banking next to the canal. I spent many happy hours ‘talking to myself’ as my parents called it. I remember it as making up stories and re-telling them out-loud. Occasionally, if I was sure everyone was out I would go home and read a book. I didn’t need a door key because the doors were never locked.
One morning, I returned home after running away from school only to find my dad was unexpectedly at home. Instead of taking me back to school straight away as expected, he allowed me to spend the morning with him.
Dad decided I should learn to tell the time so he took it upon himself to teach me, and an entire morning was spent doing just that. I learned to tell the time perfectly that day and never needed another lesson. It’s amazing what can be achieved when you have someone all to yourself.
Some of my childhood memories have become grey and hazy, but the memory of that one morning spent with my dad has remained as one of the best.