Life is a adventure, we are born, we live, then we pass away. Every one has a story to tell so I like to share how I have reflected back in my life that has brought me to this point.
I am definitely a lucky one, life has been reasonably good to me even though I have had my challenges along the way. Going back to some of my early thoughts getting ready for my 1st day at school my mother actually unleashing me to the world I still was thinking we were going on a day trip to a play group or something, my lunch packed my school bag in hand we walked to kindy, as we got there the teachers were very friendly and all the toys in the room quickly caught my attention, I was off playing in the corner with no real idea how to interact with other kids, the only other persons I played with was with my mum, dad and brother till then. so as my mum was saying good bye to me I did not understand the concept she was not going to stay there, tears quickly followed and I was not going to let her go. This day I know it was probably harder for my mum than it was for me. this kept happening till i was in grade 1. Grade 1 was a new journey i walked to school everyday with my mum i met the class that i was gonna know for the next 7 years.
From learning to count to adding and subtracting and even doing up shoelaces I was now a little man, I would love recess and lunch playing with someone different all the time from your class, I was independent taking on the world and trying to strive through everything even sports days were great. In grade 3 we had our 1st communion and I use to love going to church every sunday and when I was old enough I was an alter boy every sunday. Now I had to venture even further for grade 4 as the schools were in different places so there was a bus service that took you from 1 school to the other this was real independence but because I have now spent nearly 4 yrs with the kids at school I was a lot more comfortable travelling and venturing even further away from home even though my mum was always there on drop off and pick up.
This was the time my mother chose to join me into scouts (or cubs) and even though I really enjoyed the concept of it being a little Italian boy you always were the last chosen and mostly ignored by the leaders, it took me aprox 5 yrs to work out what racism was but I was in the heart of it and I think after getting all my badges achieving all my achievements , getting lost on camp and no one looking for me and when I returned hrs later they still did not know I was gone, and then a new kid on the block joined and become a sixer in my grouphmmm that was the last straw. my mother sitting on the side confronted the leader and wondered why and her remark made my mum never let me return.. hmmmm.
From there I was still enjoying school the friendships were strong we knew who we would see everyday now in grade 5 I had to leave for a year as my brother was still at the other school so I went to another school in the next street, this school opened my eyes, it was rough, making friends was tougher so most of the times you just tried to join in a group that was playing something till one day I was sitting on an oval eating lunch and next thing I was being bullied by 3 girls that were trying to get my watch and boy did they try. So the next few weeks I did not leave the class room for lunch and when I did it was always with someone. Thank God that year ended and I was back with my friends at my school for grade 6. Now I was catching public transport at the cost of 20c per trip. yay.
In these couple of years I opened my 1st bank account and got my 1st savings on the way, I still remember the excitment when I would go and deposit $2.oo in my account per week, they even gave me a money box to save spare coins. These years were great I was comfortable I had my friends we mastered yo yos we even tried to master the rubicks cube. I even made a really close friend witch I still have today, this guy I went and saw my 1st movie with, my 1st sleep over we grew up with star wars we even met girls together as we grew older. But all good things come to a end, grade 7 was where we all split up I was the only kid from my school going to my new high school. That was the end of an awesome era saying goodbye was not easy but we all did and we all moved on.. except I did always see Danny so a part of that journey is still with me today and many times we still talk about some of those great things.
High school hmmmm the 1st day all standing there ready to be placed into your class rooms as we are sorted, sitting next to someone I still wasnt aware how to act in this new environment and asking someone to play was a big mistake, now instead of playgrounds and swings we had ovals and people sitting and talking and only ball games like football or cricket were played, how I missed playing chassey. Now, new friends I was making in my glass rooms but, you would have different kids in different classes joining and you had choices of lessons and also hardness off lessons wow it was interesting years. 1st year I did meet new friends and a few good friends that were there through out my high school days and beyond, by 2nd year I was settled in playing sport with the friends I had. It was funny as I had 2 sets off friends the nerdy kind and the sporty rough necks. In my 3rd year firmly settled in with my friends I was fully into sport including aussie rules footy, cycling and swimming. The mornings waking up to go for a run, wow how times have moved on, 3rd year off high school girls started coming into the equation and boy did that start changing your ideas off school aaahhhhh. Turning 16 we had the privilege off getting our licence and just think only 5 yrs ago you were still playing on slippery dips. life was sort of good by yr 12 the teachers new who were the success stories and who wern’t, unfortunately I was with my friends missing a lot of school and really not interested in completing high school, with my brother tailing me by 2 yrs was I a good example? probably not….. once again it was time to leave high school a lot of friends went there ways, but I did keep in contact with a few good friends for many yrs after but they dwindled over time also the girlfriend I got at the time was to become my wife later on but their stories for later on.
The most important thing !!
So out of the outline of my growing up life the important things I had were my parents were there through out me growing up I also had great grandparents that I spent a lot of time with.. but what I did not see, was how I was distancing my life from God, Distractions I beleive came along with money, getting ahead as much as possible praying when you needed something and going to church was a xmas thing. So what was going to come about was going to shake me up, I never saw what was going to come…………
next blog will be part 2 to
Growing up. my adult life (pt2)