I loved ghost stories. What small boy doesn't? I'd make them up in my head, and it didn't matter where I was. In the dark of my bedroom, hot afternoons in class ("pay attention boy!"), in the shop with my Mam ("it lay beneath the counter, seen only by one pair of eyes - mine"), wherever I was, ghosts wouldn't be far behind. It was almost as if they followed me, waiting for me to give them a rare opportunity to show themselves. And at seven years old, I was only too happy to invite them to come out and play.
Neville Hunt 8 months ago
Gosh, you were brave! Did they go to sghoul with you too? You must’ve been a spirited little lad. 👻
Christopher 8 months ago
You were braver than I was. I was scared of my own shadow. Except for KISS. I was fascinated with them at 3 years old and my mother couldn't understand why they didn't scare the hell out of me. But to me they looked like comic book heroes come to life.
Drew Martyn 8 months ago
Neville Hunt, go and stand in the corner!! Haha that was a brilliant comment, love it!
I don't think I was scared of much when I was a kid, Chrtistopher, but I was probably overly sensitive and would cry at the slightest thing. I'd definitely have cried if I'd come across Kiss at an early age - they disturbed me a bit when I was older :)