My 10 year old self – A short story

I am reposting this story in response to Esther Chilton’s Challenge to post a story, poem or Limerick on the subject of favourite childhood memories:

https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2018/10/18/i-challenge-you-to-36/

 

This story was written in response to the Tuesday Writing challenge posted on the Go Dog Go cafe, see link below:

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge July 10, 2018

It was also written in response to the Word of the Day word prompt: Deviate

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/10/deviate/

and the Three Things Challenge on the Haunted Wordsmith Blog:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/10/three-things-challenge-10-july-2018/

Today’s things are: monkey, April, brick

 

Looking back on my ten year old self I have only dim and distant memories of what life was like. I remember everything was much bigger then, people in particular, but also houses, trees, brick walls and ruined castles.

I seem to remember I had a passion for climbing things. In my memories I always seem to be climbing up something, trees mostly. My Mother used to say “He’s just like a little monkey” as I would often disappear up a tree only then to re-emerge in the branches swinging from a limb.

I was also fascinated by Castles. Near to our home was a ruined castle which we used to visit and take picnics too. Only from April to September, never in Winter. I also remember at school taking part in a cross-country race from the train station to the Castle ruins and back, which would have been about 4 miles. When I never returned to the finish line, my parents were rather distraught. Then followed the planned route back to the castle only to find me climbing its walls. I was always one to deviate from my intended course as soon as something much more fun distracted me. I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to run back to the train station, I had wanted to stay in those familiar walls of stone and brick.

In my head it was my castle and I was King of it.

The End

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 10/July/2018

My Indulgencies – A Limerick

This was written in response to Esther Chilton’s weekly challenge.

See here:

https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2018/10/11/i-challenge-you-to-35/

The challenge is to write a story or poem or Limerick about your favourite indulgences.

So here you go:

A Couple of Scones with Jam and cream

is my favourite indulgent dream

But it makes me quite fat

and I’m quite worried that,

I’m in danger of bursting a seam.

 

🙂

My Favourite Books – A Poem

This was written in response to a challenge set by Esther Chilton on her blog, see here:

https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2018/09/27/i-challenge-you-to-33/

 

The Bookshelf loomed as large as life,

Containing books that gave such joy.

Like the novel named the Subtle Knife,

And the Roald Dahl book named simply, ‘Boy’.

Those Discworld books by Terry Pratchett

And that Christmas tale of poor Bob Cratchit.

Nothing has a plot more twisty,

than a mystery by Agatha Christie.

But the book that tops my favourite list,

By Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 27/September/2018

 

* Of course, this is not a complete list of my favourite books