Mark Tales of Embarrassment, Tales of Childhood 8 Comments

I’m not a fan of snow

I’m not a fan of snow.

It all started back when I was seven years old. My sisters and I were having a snowball fight in the street.

At the time my Auntie was visiting from America with her then partner, Chad.

I was hiding behind a car, and as I raised my head above the bonnet I heard a whistling sound. The rest is a little hazy.

I remember seeing Chad across the road.

I remember something white hurtling towards me.

I remember coming round in a bush with the snow around me resembling the aftermath of a Polar Bears seal supper.

You see Chad was the all-American hero tit. Loud, brash, and a pro-college baseball pitcher.

He’d launched a snowball from across the street that’d hit me slap bang in the face and burst my nose open.… Read the full post

Mark Tales of Parenting, Tales of Childhood 2 Comments

Lost Childhood

holding a tortoise


When I was asked by the lovely Hollie ( to participate in a bloghop for the World Vision #Lostchildhood campaign it got me thinking about my own childhood and how fortunate and carefree it was. That’s a lie, my first thought was bloghop, what the hell is a bloghop (I’m so socially media inept it’s frightening!)

Before I lose you with my own bleary eyed memories, the purpose of this post is to highlight the gulf in differences between our own childhoods and those of youngsters around the world who don’t even know the meaning of the word childhood, let alone share in any of the joys each one should include as a guaranteed minimum entitlement.… Read the full post