THIS IS VERY TINY AS I TRIED ONE EARLIER AND IT DISAPPEARED...

Just a tiny amount of words as I took effort a few hours ago and it vanished, so just seeing if this appears...perhaps a few comments from someone would be appreciated....

TODAY IS THE DAY I BEGIN...

This is me...I was about 8 years old. My father took this photograph in Hastings, as you see, the Hastings Pier is in the distance...at the moment it has been burnt down and there is hope of it being rebuilt.

I have always loved the sea...in my early days of life within the family we used to spend many a Sunday on there while my mother went off to work...one of the jobs, at least the one then, was first as an usherette then a cashier at the cinema called 'Orion' - it has long since been gone...I even started my casual first job there...it was there that I met a great friend called 'Julie Bull' - she was the daughter of the 'boss' - Manager of the Orion of the days I worked and my mother. I couldn't believe it one day...her father named 'John' suggested we both go and have our coffee break outside the cinema and we were given a little time more than usual...and there our friendship began...unbeknown at the time that we would both become writers...Unfortunately as time progressed the journey of life we went our different ways...I moved away back then, and she did too...we both found ourselves ironically in the same place of living again...but then she went abroad to Africa with her husband...the next I heard, was that she had had an awful accident and didn't survive...life hits us all like that sometimes...I still have some of her gifts she gave me, and I will always remember her...she was an up and coming writer, she felt that perhaps I wouldn't make it...well, I still to this day don't understand grammar...but I write...I am a poet...etc etc etc.

In my school days back then from the age of about 8 years old, we used to holiday at 'Winchelsea' beach Nr. Rye...I used to love those times...the caravan park we stayed on was run by one of my dad's work friends...Dad was a photographic process engraver by trade at the Sussex Engraving Company which had its works above the Hastings Observer (old building) in Cambridge Road, Hastings. I can't remember his friends name, but we used to have such a great time. It was there, that I began my search for smooth coloured glass stones....I used to spend many a time moving the pebbles - in and out, digging deep thinking I was going to other countries...I still have those coloured glass pebbles now this day.

We only lived in Ore...but Winchelsea to me seemed such a lifetime away...my aunt and uncle used to come and visit the surrounding area at those times, and as they had a car, it was they who drove us there...I have no idea why my aunt used to say this too us...I think it was to keep us occupied on the journey...in those days there were many many 'nuns' around, walking all over the place, she used to say, each time we counted '7' - we had to count backwards from 7 to 1 - seven times...then start all over again...superstision I would think, but then again, at Christmas time, my parents used to have us counting all the Christmas Trees we would see...but that was for the joy of it...I sometimes think back on those days, and think wouldn't it have been good had I been a 'Poet' then, take photographs as I do today...but who knows, my memory even after a pituitary tumour (benign) operation in March 2009 - may find these memories wake again for this blog...It is now 20.06pm on the 6th August 2011...I think I will lay the keyboard to rest for now and go get myself some eats...my tummy is beginning to wake for food...until next time....