Oh my goodness that’s such a romantic but sad tale.
The number of dogs that friends/ relatives had that “ went to live on a farm” , I can’t believe, and with far less justification than your parents had. I’d love to go back and give them a slap ( I speak as someone with an ancient blind grumpy Yorkie who absolutely runs the house, people and other animals!
I enjoyed that story so much. A wonderful sense of place and the joy of first, innocent love. The only thing I query (memory wise!) is that you thought of yourself as a character in Bronte novel. At FIVE??? Still, I get your point.
Oh, I wasn’t suggesting for a second that I had read Jane Eyre at that age, but that in later life, in retrospect, my slightly over-dramatic mind was like it.
Aww this friendship seems wonderful at such a young age! I wonder how his life has turned out? I had a similar childhood here in the UK of being left to get on with it. Heavenly
This was a lovely story JP. I can relate in some ways with a friendship I had when I was five and then we moved (not different countries). I cried for days, we had so much fun and then I was alone. I do believe I changed as a person at that point (not to be too dramatic!). You moved a lot more but I wondered if you felt your personality changed then?
That's exactly what happened to me. I was such a free spirit and remember so much, we were really naughty in a very innocent way! Always up to something. And then I didn't know how to make friends, I went very shy. I've always struggled since then. Thank you for replying x
How gorgeous this piece of writing is, JP. Such visual descriptions, I could picture the houses and that stark hot landscape so vividly. But most of all I felt my heart squeeze at your young self, so in love, carrying the weight of it all in your little big heart.
Thank you Franny. It’s interesting isn’t, we often think that young children have very little on their minds. I think I felt things quite deeply, still do.
Friends that have touch your life in the past! I bet this article JP has brought back past memories to a lot of your readers! It’s nice to just sit and remember the past! Thank you for sharing your story my friend! Reading your story reminded me of my friends from my past!🙋🏼♀️🫂🥰
Such a sweet sad story. It must have been heartbreaking for you to keep moving and leaving such special friends. I wonder where Jimmy is now. Apart from that special place in your memory where he will forever be that handsome young boy. ❤️
It’s actually a very recently re-written chapter of a book I started many years ago and never finished. Chapter four, to be precise. I plan to finish it this time, so definitely more to come.
Oh my goodness that’s such a romantic but sad tale.
The number of dogs that friends/ relatives had that “ went to live on a farm” , I can’t believe, and with far less justification than your parents had. I’d love to go back and give them a slap ( I speak as someone with an ancient blind grumpy Yorkie who absolutely runs the house, people and other animals!
I know, it’s awful isn’t it. Our dog is 16 this year, love her to bits.
Oh my goodness JP, you had me hooked from the first sentance. We ALL want to know if you saw him again? Are you in touch?
Never. He’s out there somewhere.
I enjoyed that story so much. A wonderful sense of place and the joy of first, innocent love. The only thing I query (memory wise!) is that you thought of yourself as a character in Bronte novel. At FIVE??? Still, I get your point.
Oh, I wasn’t suggesting for a second that I had read Jane Eyre at that age, but that in later life, in retrospect, my slightly over-dramatic mind was like it.
Fair enough - I thought maybe you were a child genius!
Oh far from it! 🤣🩷
Loved the story JP. So sad - but you got over it. That’s life!
Sure enough Marion. X
So adorable... the photo is gorgeous too, look at those cherry-red lips!
Thank you Alison, always had those cherry red lips. Some things never change.
Aww this friendship seems wonderful at such a young age! I wonder how his life has turned out? I had a similar childhood here in the UK of being left to get on with it. Heavenly
Always wondered. Yes, there was something special about being left to our own devices as kids. Made us very imaginative.
This was a lovely story JP. I can relate in some ways with a friendship I had when I was five and then we moved (not different countries). I cried for days, we had so much fun and then I was alone. I do believe I changed as a person at that point (not to be too dramatic!). You moved a lot more but I wondered if you felt your personality changed then?
Interesting, I think it did yes. I think I became slightly more guarded when it came to friendships. I became very shy.
That's exactly what happened to me. I was such a free spirit and remember so much, we were really naughty in a very innocent way! Always up to something. And then I didn't know how to make friends, I went very shy. I've always struggled since then. Thank you for replying x
I should add ...unless I've got a glass of wine, then I have a masters degree in making friends 😂
Oh, young love!! I wonder what ever happened to the floppy haired gent? Maybe you should look him up.
I’ve often wondered. Hope he’s happy.
What a tale JP< thank you for sharing it. Maybe you'll connect through the story's retelling? What a cute kid you were!
You never know Mark. Thank you for taking the time to read it. X
Loved reading this J.P but the poor doggie so sad 😢 xx
Just tragic isn’t it.
The sweet innocence of young JP. You felt things very deeply for such a little boy ❤️
I really did, but it wasn’t until I’d finished writing this that I started to wonder whether that was normal at five. Turns out it isn’t! Xx
What an absolutely wonderful story JP. My word of the month (possibly year) is “self-tossery”. 😂❤️😂
🤣🤣 It’s a good one isn’t it! I made myself laugh on that one.
Gosh, so young and so sad JP. I bet you would love to know what happened to him?
I was an oddly grown up little boy Sally. I’d like to know he was happy.
How gorgeous this piece of writing is, JP. Such visual descriptions, I could picture the houses and that stark hot landscape so vividly. But most of all I felt my heart squeeze at your young self, so in love, carrying the weight of it all in your little big heart.
Thank you for sharing this.
Frannyx
Thank you Franny. It’s interesting isn’t, we often think that young children have very little on their minds. I think I felt things quite deeply, still do.
I can tell.xx
Friends that have touch your life in the past! I bet this article JP has brought back past memories to a lot of your readers! It’s nice to just sit and remember the past! Thank you for sharing your story my friend! Reading your story reminded me of my friends from my past!🙋🏼♀️🫂🥰
I have to say it has been quite cathartic going back in time Chriss.
Such a sweet sad story. It must have been heartbreaking for you to keep moving and leaving such special friends. I wonder where Jimmy is now. Apart from that special place in your memory where he will forever be that handsome young boy. ❤️
Thank you Julie, yes best left alone I think, he’s probably fat and balding by now and I’m married!
Hoping there is a part two. As in what happened next? Where did you move to and who was the next crush? Your story really drew me in. More please ❤️
It’s actually a very recently re-written chapter of a book I started many years ago and never finished. Chapter four, to be precise. I plan to finish it this time, so definitely more to come.