Never trust an adult
As a schoolboy, like many, I used have a little collection of odds and ends which were MINE. In a large family this is quite difficult to keep as being really personal. I had acquired a small sandalwood box, about 8 inches by 10 which had a sliding lid in which I kept my treasures. I had a hidey hole for this under a loose floorboard in the bedroom. My other hiding place was in the hollow post of the iron bedstead which had a brass knob on, which unscrewed, but this was only large enough for smaller items. The box had to go under the floorboards.
One time one of my older brothers Tom was home on leave from the RAF. He saw me with the box and asked if he could have it, to which agreed assuming that I would get it back when he went back to his unit. Tom had a great interest in photography, this being the days of films in cameras which needed to be developed with special chemicals and then printed in a darkroom(bathroom).
I had other things to do so when he showed what he had made with my lovely box I screamed and carried on like a banshee.
He had cut a round hole in the end and fixed a light bulb inside and then had cut an oblong hole in the sliding lid, fixed a piece of glass over the hole and he had a contact printer for his photos. Being very pleased with his effort he couldn't understand what the fuss was all about ,
He didn't know how important that box was to a ten year old, and in any case he thought I had agreed to him having it.
I tried to learn a lesson from that, never let adults see what you have. I should have known better because I had experienced adult insensitivity before. When only a tot, as part of the Christmas stocking I was given a chocolate policeman.
Childlike I offered it to my father to have a taste. Now when this happens grown ups are supposed to pretend to take a bit, go "yum yum" and give it back. Not my dad. He bit the head off and was surprised when I yelled and screamed.
Childlike I offered it to my father to have a taste. Now when this happens grown ups are supposed to pretend to take a bit, go "yum yum" and give it back. Not my dad. He bit the head off and was surprised when I yelled and screamed.
So. Don't trust adults to understand what is going on and be ready to yell and scream when they dont.
Very good, I really enjoyed this
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