*cHildhood memorieS

I'll finsih this later..more fotos later as well

Ah how these days should be cherished and relived but we were sticking daddy long legs in our pencil cases (not me) Crozier!! Anyway, these mosty embrassing fotos will be of my unrecognisable self.

Alot of people complained about Primary School and how it was mmm crap! But I enjoyed Primary School. It was the time I was nurtured, bullied and had fun! Primary was where I got my first crush and all that biz. Ninja Turtles were IN and so was basketball cards and rugby cards or maybe just for the gun. I remember one time I was playing in the garden in my front lawn with the catapulting tree. I was using gumnuts as ammunition and I flung them as high as I could. One flew all the way next door and must have hit this 17 year old guy on the head, because he came over and stole my Ninja turtles head band and ran off with it. I was only 7!!! That dickhead will pay for all the torment he bestowed on me.

OK, I've cooled off after throwing darts at his picture. Now we can talk about the fun stuff like the camps. .

(the rest to be continued later)

Here is one foto of me in Year 1. I was in the composite class, meaning that they mix you up in a class with two grades. I guess I was here because I was slow in the head or something since I was mixed with the Kindergarten kids hmph! Such babies! But I liked my teacher Mrs. Zuckala was The nicest teacher I ever had. I remember the time she kissed me when I gave her a Christmas present and I got her lipstick on me..ahh those were the days. ( don't say I was sucking up, coz everyone had to give presents) see I know what your thinking! Anyway, I proved them all wrong and went on to become Dux of the school.

1st row: Lauren, Sam, Elizabeth, ?,?, Pippy Long stocking,?,?, My illegal Papadum dealer

2nd row: Huw, ?, Lucas, Can you guess who?, Ringo Star (Beatles),?,?, Crozier,?,Andrew

3rd row: Who cares? but the 3rd from the right I heard is now a Polish window cleaner

Most of the people with question marks I don't really care about or forgotten who they were. Childhood memories> What Childhood memories

[Foto supplied by Sam, thanks dude!]

Recorded conversation between Me (M) and Mel (L) by..um..some guy who had nothing better to do. I'll call him Bob

L: Hello Little fellow, what are you doing all by yourself at 11pm (imagine)

M: Ahh... how I long to smash pumpkins

L: What's your name?

M: Habibh

L: Well Habib, my name is Mel and I work for the Salvation Army, why don't you tell me what your doing here

M: Well, I've been living on the streets for 10 years after my wife kicked me out of the house. We fought about who could have the last char siew bao. She was crazy!

After that, I was on the dole.

L: But you don't look that old!

M: Yeah, that's what my friends told me. My friend Humpledink gave me some money a while ago, but I spent it on drugs. This bowl beside me is full of cigaweed.

L: what's that in your hand?

M: Ahh..this is my good luck shoe. While I was looking for beautiful seashells by the sea, I bent down and Bang! This shoe hit me on the head.

L: Why would it be good luck then?

M: Well ever since I found this shoe, people have been throwing money in it. You know that donkey man in the city who busks by being a donkey..Well, I'm competing with him now. We had an argument though, he tried to chase me away from his territory but I jumped on his back then used the shoe to smash his head in. That'll show him!

L: OK, I think you've been through a hell of alot! Would you like to come and live on my farm and milk cows?

M: What? I'm 32 years old and you want me to milk cows..are you crazy?

*Saga to be continued