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Post by maxandpaddy on Apr 25, 2016 17:42:25 GMT
So my 18 year old works and lives away doing something he loves - happy boy! Yes I miss him, yes I worry about him, yes I love him to bits ! As a child he was fun, a lovely mixture of mischief and gullibleness mixed in with more than a pinch of total stupidity (its true) He was one of those children who couldnt ever sit still, fiddled and faffed with everything, took things apart, pressed buttons he shouldnt of, burnt things...all because he could. He has a wonderful heart of gold would do anything for anyone, but the common sense fairy must of been having a day off when he was born. I swear to god if you sat him in a room with a big red button that said "DO NOT PRESS OR THE WORLD WILL END"....he'd press it...within a minute So now he comes home for the odd weekend armed with a tonne of washing to see us (yeah right) and to catch up with his friends (partyyyyy) and I have to say he drives us crazy, we're even considering moving house and not telling him, or maybe a late adoption? Last weekend he excelled himself, he "fell" into the house at 3am, immediately stripped off completely (why?) and ran around the house naked screaming "They may take our lives, but they'll never take our FREEDOM" Got him to bed eventually wiffling on about losing a shoe Which he had...along with his bank card, his passport (for ID) his IPhone and all his money with no memory of what happened to any of them, we retraced the 2 mile walk home which - going by the pub closing times - must of taken him nearly 2 hours and hurrayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!! We found the shoe
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Post by flee on Jun 11, 2016 13:20:39 GMT
My son left school after A levels and started work as a trainee selling Agricultural equipment . At 18 he was still living at home and on a Saturday he and his mates used to play rugby and then meet at a ' local' pub about 6 miles away . We live in a very rural area with little public transport and the lads would get dropped off at the pub and then walk back to their various homes afterwards . Much of the route back for the lads from our village involved unlit country lanes and trekking across country on public footpaths . Far from dreading the walk home they used to regard it as an integral part of the evening and devoted much beer fueled time and energy into making it as highly entertaining as possible . They would eventually roll into the house in the wee small hours , sobbing with mirth and covered in dirt , grass , leaves and twigs ( often having literally been dragged through a hedge ) and bearing souvenirs in the form of the inevitable traffic cones , any manner of seasonal vegetables and , on one memorable occasion , a sign which said "Free . Please Help Yourself " ( ' so we did .') they even became part of local myth and legend one clear , dark, lonely winter night . For some reason , which was never fully explained , on this particular night someone in the pub had been handing out glow sticks and our jolly gang of lads were all in possession of one as they left the pub at closing time . As was their custom , they stoically set off on the long trek home through the largely unpopulated countryside until , at some point , they found themselves on a footpath , in the middle of a field , being followed by a herd of inquisitive goats . It was at this point that someone recalled the much vaunted theory that it is possible to hypnotise a goat with a glow stick . This resulted in half an hour of highly entertaining ( for both man and goat ) chanting , dancing and glow stick waving before boredom/fatigue set in and all concerned parties wandered off in the direction of their various beds .Son told us about it at breakfast the next day . And exactly one week later the local paper dropped through the letter box bearing the headline STRANGE LIGHTS SEEN ON REMOTE HILLSIDE .UFO or satanic worship ? Locals report seeing glowing lights , shadowy figures and what sounded like ritual chanting ......
Don't despair, like ponies they mature in their own time . Our lad is still as mad as a box of frogs but , as it turns out , could sell ice to the eskimos and at 19 he had secured himself a mortgage and moved into his own house . He got married last year ( to a girl he met 5 years ago at that same pub ) and now has a highly lucrative career doing something he has explained to me many times but which I consistently fail to understand , selling virtual utilitiy services to developers or something . Very grown up !
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Post by GaynorStones on Jun 11, 2016 15:05:18 GMT
I remember my son deciding to borrow his friends bike to cycle UP the hills to get home after a long evening in the pub. Apparently he fell off the bike into a ditch and was woken up by our concerned postman the next morning!
Don't worry they do grow up and settle down. My son now owns a very successful business, married with 2 children. (Fortunately he's not a member on here or he would kill me for putting this on!!)
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