Childhood – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
Al’s freaky photo this week reminds me of a piece I wrote a few years back for another challenge that he hosted, the wonderful Haibun Thinking.
His challenges and his friendship have meant a lot to me over the past 5 or 6 years.
Only the challenges are over.
See you soon, mon brave.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.

© Al Forbes

Click here to hear the author read the tale:

Childhood

When my daughter told me she was about to produce my first grandchild, I was pleased but not overly excited.
An absent and, sadly, too often uninvolved father, I did not expect to dally overmuch with the next generation.
Well, as it turned out, for a variety of reasons, I spent literally hundreds of hours in his company, mostly just one on one.
And he taught me more than anyone else in my life.
About puddles and squirrels.
About tadpoles and dinosaurs.
And big trucks and silly songs.
About Puff and frozen ponds.
About wobbly sticks and ice cream.
About trees and birds, museums and unmatched socks.
Double-decker buses and giraffes.
About magic and about laughter.
He taught me how to look at the world afresh again.
And to love life.
In short, (okay, not very!) he taught me to be a child again.
So now, when I walk knee deep with rolled up trousers in the winter Mediterranean and people ask me if it is cold, I see his laughing face.
I remember that weather is unimportant to a child who is having fun.
I smile, shake my head, and thank him for my life.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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17 Responses to Childhood – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. What a lovely take Sir, far removed from your usual funny/dark fare. Awesome.

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  2. Mike says:

    Being with children can teach use so much. I really did enjoy ‘Childhood’

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  3. In short, (okay, not very!) he taught me to be a child again.
    So now, when I walk knee deep with rolled up trousers in the winter Mediterranean and people ask me if it is cold, I see his laughing face.
    I remember that weather is unimportant to a child who is having fun.
    I smile, shake my head, and thank him for my life.
    This is the most amazing, sweetest tale of childhood i have read in a very long time. Ceayr, you have outdone yourself with this one that captures the essence of children and their meaning in our lives. Loved this no end.

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  4. Corine Gouy says:

    Belle déclaration d’amour d’un grand père a son petit fils.

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  5. willow88switches says:

    the best gifts come in the most unexpected wrappings and packages, delivered when we least await them, … wobbly sticks, and puddles and laughter for the sheer joy and bliss of it …. even “unsuspecting fossils/dinosaurs” can learn the true life secrets ….

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  6. Awesome tale CE. I think I remember that one.

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