Must fly!
The Lord Mayor's Procession through the streets at 4pm meant we had to vacate the school playground carpark sharpish or get stuck there for hours. Unfortunate timing, but time for memory lane.
We cruised the suburbs checking out where we'd lived, in adjacent roads. Then it was essential to name every girl we'd gone out with, identifying where they'd lived too. We'd been best mates since we were 7 but Pete named a couple of girls I didn't know about - secretive devil!
Then we drove down the lane where we'd spent hours on end swatting flies. Great fun!
Time flies!
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
- Tags: Memory Lane. Rewind to a happy childhood. Girlfriends won and lost.
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shaun almost 8 years ago
I like the idea that today, descendants of those flies revisit that lane also. They tell their young of the massacre that day lest it be lost forever from their history.
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Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
The wall on which their temporarily stationary foreflies landed and were sacrificed still stands. I guess that in the fly world it's now a shrine. Thanks for your comment, Shaun.
