I'll tell you a story
Mowl, from my childhood..
I was just writing about my own over on the music thread. I was a loner, the only blokes from school I hung with outside of school hours were usually the freaks and weirdos. Music, art, and literature were better friends to me than out on the streets. My Dad and I had a falling out because I quit soccer and GAA, rugby too. But when he saw my brother bloom, he was really proud.
But I had to show him and let him make his own mind up.
We went to watch him train and play with Ballyfermot United (which I was previously a player for).
That's when the penny dropped.
So I had this friend, let's call him John. John wasn't the koolest kid and he was big into lego.
I had a similar mate named Terry Lee - he was the weirdest kid I ever met.
Also a bit of an eejit in that in his late teens he wanted to be an alcoholic. Really, that was his wish. He sold two beautiful guitars for peanuts so he could 'experience rock-bottom' and act out the role he learned from another freak we met busking, and he WAS an alcoholic. A right fucking gouger I despied at first sight.
Terry Lee died young, he went to teach English in Spain after his Mam died. The old man died soon after and the younger brother simply sold the house, took the money and fucked off to Asia, spending the whole lot. Weird family, very snooty, totally NOT suited to Ballyer.
I remember one of the favourite things I did with John was build galleons out of lego in his room and then after we had built them we would take them out to the landing and they'd face off against each other in battle. Mine usually had the most canons and I would always win anyway.
I loved Lego, I was given gifts of it for years.
See, John was a bit meek (obviously an intelligent kid) and I was dominant over him.
Meek equates with intelligence?
How so?
So the point of the story is one day I said something about the Asterix books, remember them? I loved them, used to collect them.
No, comics weren't my thing.
There was a quote in the books about someone being an "envoy of Caesar" and I asked John if he knows what that means.
You've heard of Warren Zevon?
Music is educational in more ways than one.
And he said sure, giving the correct definition of 'envoy' but see, I had already made up my mind that envoy meant someone so important that even Julius Caesar himself was envious of them. So I said - "Wrong, shithead!" (I didn't call him shithead) giving my (wrong) definition and he then said - "Okay, Jambo" (he didn't call me Jambo) and we left it at that.
So neither of you called each other nasty names?
John kinda sprung it on me (through no fault of his own) but.. I knew he was right - at that exact time (I didn't have to look it up later nor nothin') but pride was fucking with me and I couldn't admit it at the time.
That's early childhood for you - there's lots to learn along the road to manhood.
Why do I remember something like that so acutely from my childhood, can't remember exactly what age we were but certainly under 10, because it taught me a lesson.
Exactly.
My childhood school days were mostly crap: I was too smart to be lumped in with the gobshites and far too mature for my age. That came from the way I preferred the company of older people. I was too well read for a Ballyer kid and that fucked with the teacher's ways of handling me. They knew that if they clattered me that my old man would be calling by next AM to repay the gesture, so at least I didn't have that to worry about.
The lessons learned from childhood will mostly stay with you, and maybe even more occasions of magical memories can occur to us as we age.
I have an almost photographic memory of my childhood, and I can list the books that shaped throughout those years.
Books and Ballyer aren't exactly best friends.