Whitfield

Memories of childhood

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Don’t go away from where I can see you; if you insist on wearing a dress-though I would still prefer you would wear trousers-whatever you do do not get it dirty; stay in the play park and be careful crossing any roads; more than anything remember do not talk to strangers; how many times do I have to tell you not to climb the big walls in the park; I don’t care if you’re the only one brave enough to climb up there you might fall and don’t come crying to me if that happens and you split your head open; I thought I told you already do not talk to strangers and do not climb the big wall; what will happen if you fall; where were you earlier? I shouted on you and you weren’t in the play park; I told you before do not go away from where I can see you; yes I can see you in the back garden so you can play there or in the park but be careful of the roads and how many times must I tell you do not talk to strangers; if your going to play in the mud you can’t wear a dress; besides you are not a dressy girl; it doesn’t matter if you like dresses more you just get them dirty then I have to wash them again; stay away from the boy next door he plays to rough and digs up worms; how did you get that cut on your leg? why were you climbing a tree in the first place; I told you not to climb things you might fall and hurt yourself then what will happen; why are you wearing that bright green top its vile; why do you insist on always playing wit boys and not girls; you are such a tom boy; how did this dress get ripped? Why were you crawling through a fence anyway? Its all dirty now I told you before not to wear dresses if your just going to get them dirty again; wear is your bobble? You shouldn’t have taken your ponytail down; now your hairs all tangled and it’s going to hurt brushing it tomorrow; stop putting itchy coos down the other children’s clothes it isn’t nice; I don’t care if everyone does it; stop rolling down the muddy hill you’ll get your vile top dirty; don’t go to the ice-cream van by yourself wait for your sister; how did you get all those sticky willows on your trousers; where you playing in the bushes again; climbing trees too I imagine; also I thought I told you before do not talk to strangers; yes it still counts if it’s a stranger you spoke to before; don’t talk to anyone your dad, sister or I don’t know; don’t swing round on the washing poles; you will just make yourself dizzy; don’t go grabbing at the lines either you’ll snap them and I will get in trouble and HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU!  DO NOT TALK TO STRANGERS! I saw you climbing that big wall in the play park earlier today; I’ve told you before about climbing things that high; you’ll just fall and hurt yourself then what will you do; did that kid just hit you; if someone hits you like that hit them back; never start a fight but don’t be afraid to hit someone back; what were you doing up near those flowers with those other kids earlier; you shouldn’t go catching bees; its dangerous; they might sting you when you let them go again; be careful riding your bike around the roads; you never know when a car is going to come; do I really need to tell you again don’t climb anything that high and stop talking to strangers; why do you always tell me what to do? Because I’m your mum and I love you.