Whiter than white or the colour of…..

By Bobby Milne

Michael White who was also known as Michael Shite lived around the corner from me.  We lived in a Navy estate not through our choosing but from our father’s choice of calling.  We were fatherless for up to six months of the year.
We were 8 and he was the boy I loved to beat up because he was such a white.  He could more than handle himself but he never beat me.  If I still had my now retro shoes you would see his ketchup on them. But sadly those days are gone now.
This is just one of the things I miss from my youth.  Not Mr Shite, but the pointless fights that happened for no particular reason.
Now that I have been a daddy for four years, I sometimes wonder what the fuck my mother was thinking of when she let me run out the door at dawn. I did not arrive back home till my stomach started to rumble for more sustenance other than sweets.  I do seem to be putting my generation on a higher pedestal but were we not so much lovelier back in the day? 

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Posted by The Better Blog on 06/30 at 10:21 PM
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