The Good Old Days
October 16th 2009 02:58
As I get closer to my grave I think often of other times in other places. Memory being what it is, I remember the good times best, not the misery and heartbreak that happened along the way. And so it is that we all have the 'Good old days'.
As a child I remember the freedom I took for granted and the relaxed and friendly attitude of the law enforcement people when I got caught out in some of my nefarious activities. Not criminal in any way, just illegal, and often dangerous to me and to my friends. This fact did not stop the adventures, merely changed their direction, and made me more careful. I knew, and accepted the fact, that I had to wear the consequences of my acts of adventure and defiance and did so with as much good grace as I could muster.
Tresspass was not such a crime then as it is today and I often ventured where I was not supposed to be. Near my home town was an Air Force Training centre for budding pilots and when the war moved away from our shores this became a storage facility and a rubbish dump for surplus war materials, spare parts and excess or obsolete radio and communication equipment. A treasure trove for adventurous kids, like me, for instance. for a while my little group of kids had the most wonderful billy cart with wheels from the tail end a Wacket trainer planes. There truck loads of these wheels dumped in a massive pit ready for burning. Nice rubber tyres and tubes, right size holes for axels on our carts etc. The law saw things differently and one day we were caught at the tip by Air Force Police. The rotten sods sneaked up on us and poked their rifles in our faces and generally frightened the daylights out of us. We then spent about four hours in the Air Force jail as we were held until the law could question us individually. We lost those nice wheels from our billy cart, but somehow retained the home made radios we all had. Such is life for a kid
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As a child I remember the freedom I took for granted and the relaxed and friendly attitude of the law enforcement people when I got caught out in some of my nefarious activities. Not criminal in any way, just illegal, and often dangerous to me and to my friends. This fact did not stop the adventures, merely changed their direction, and made me more careful. I knew, and accepted the fact, that I had to wear the consequences of my acts of adventure and defiance and did so with as much good grace as I could muster.
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