The Daily Prompt asks:
Is there a period in your own personal life that you think of as the good old days? Tell us a story about those innocent and/or exciting times (or lack thereof).
It would be really easy for me to say that ‘the good old days’ were those before my leg injury and the onset of the Motherships dementia, but that would be a lie, because even back then things were far from perfect.
It would be really nice to say that it was the days before crippling worry and anxiety, but I can’t remember a time without them, and sadly my memory is not what it used to be.
I’d love to tell you it was my school days, but I was bullied. Retaining puppy fat and being somewhat ginger into your teens is a tough cross to bear. Hang in there though my ginger friends, because when you reach a certain age people will be matching your hair to the colour charts on the side of a box of hair dye because they admire it so much. Little do they know that these days mine is enhanced courtesy of one of those very same little boxes.
There is one constant though, life is shit, and it has lots of ups and downs, but everyday, there are still reasons to smile, even if you are so deep in shit that you can no longer see the tops of your wellies, there are still reasons to smile. For me, those are the good old days.
For my friends who ran barefoot with me on beaches and carried me home when I was drunk (thank feck I have strong friends). For the ones who made me laugh until a wee bit of wee came out and cried with me to acknowledge heartbreak. For the people I have loved and lost, whose memories will never die and for the nights under starry skies where you are thankful to be alive to witness it. For all my friends and family, a million and one reasons to smile.
Every moment, every event, every interaction, a memory that can be added into the album entitled ‘The Good Old Days’.
~Written for the Daily Prompt: Salad Days
The Indecisive Eejit 
Beautifully written! ^.^
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Thank you x
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Really love this Juls :) x
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Thank you Jenny Wren, hope you are holding up ok :) x
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Reblogged this on imcalledjen and commented:
This makes so much sense at a time when everything else makes none. Everyday should be a ‘good old day’ :-)
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Amen!
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Thank you Sister! ;)
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I love your take on this. Great attitude. Enjoy the good old days:)
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Thank you, I will most certainly try :)
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A wonderful post! I think it’s one of my favourites so far. Am glad to know you do find a million and one reasons to smile.
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For some reason this little comment had gone into my spam folder, but I rescued it :) and thank you. I am thankful that this little space gives me many reasons to smile :)
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Well that’s the spin of it, eh? No matter how much shit there is crapping up over the Wellies, there *IS* always something to smile at – no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, eh.
Good cheer my friend ((((((((Juls)))))
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Ahh I need to ingrain this post to my memory and remember to practice what I preach…not one single smile did I raise on Monday lol
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LOL — well if others don’t bother -(Mondays are Mondays for most) then too bad for them! They can just fart their way through the day ;)
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Trust me, I do a fair bit of farting about, especially at the weekends. That is another saying for time wasting over here, as in ‘Oi, stop farting around’ lol Best saying ever!! :)
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It’s a saying here too – well, perhaps with a slightly more – ahem – aged crowd – like us and up. I can’t say that I have recently heard of any younger people using it – but hey, that’s their loss ;)
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