My mother could never understand that while I complained about helping out in the garden doing such chores as watering the flowers and vegetables\u00a0 and of course weeding, I was at my most happiest when I was digging large holes in her beloved garden.\u00a0 My father used to often joke that he wouldn\u2019t be surprised to wake up to a garden full of kangaroos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The actual reason for the digging, was that at the time, apart from westerns,\u00a0 I was mad keen on war movies, and I was actual digging trenches\/fox holes that I could use to protect the house from some imaginary force or forces that were hell bent on\u00a0 stealing my mother\u2019s freshly baked \u2018Welsh cakes\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
However, much trouble I got into digging fox holes in the garden it was not nearly as much trouble as I got into when playing cowboys and Indians after watching fort Apache.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There I was, not a young boy in the back garden, but a red Indian brave just outside fort Apache in Arizona.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The arrows I used were made from wooden dowelling with plastic \u2018feathers\u2019 at one end and rubber sucker cups at the other.\u00a0 The bow was made out of some sort of curved plywood with bright red string.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I would fire the arrows at the house\/fort and then run down from the garden to the back yard to retrieve the arrows taking great CARE not to be shot by the imaginary solders at the windows of the fort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
However, whilst the arrows I fired at the wall just bounced of the brick work, the arrows fired by the Indians at the fort stuck in the wood and stayed where they were.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then during one of my attacks on the \u2018fort\u2019 I missed the wall and my arrow accidentally struck, and more importantly, as far as I was concerned, stuck to the window.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The window was one of the old sash type, made up of a top and bottom half.\u00a0 The bottom half was made up of one large pain of glass and the top half was made up of two smaller panes of glass separated by a vertical wooden separator in the middle of the window.\u00a0\u00a0It was to the top left had pane that my arrow had hit and stuck to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My mother had told me not to fire the arrows at the window as they could break the glass, but the warning from my mother was soon forgotten in the pleasure I got from seeing the arrows I fired stay where they struck and quiver slightly, just like the arrows fired by the Indians in the movie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So although it meant it took me longer to retrieve the arrows that were now sticking to the windows, as I now had to go down to the back yard, go into the house and through the kitchen and hallway, then up the stairs to the back bedroom, where my sisters used to sleep.\u00a0 Slide up the window, retrieve the arrows, reclose the windows and retrace my steps back to the back garden.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This also took longer as each time I went upstairs I had to make up a story that would not make my mother suspicious about what was actually happening.\u00a0 This was not as easy as you may think as we had a downstairs bathroom, so I couldn\u2019t use the excuse that I was going to the loo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Well, after several treks back and forth, it finally happened the glass decided that it just couldn\u2019t take anymore and cracked and when I say cracked it wasn\u2019t just one or two cracks, but a myriad of cracks all spread out like a spiders web from the centre.\u00a0 The arrow had not hit the smaller top left pane that I was actually aiming for but just left of centre of the large bottom pain.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There were a couple of thoughts that went through my mind, the first was wow that really looks like it\u2019s been hit by an arrow, well more like a bullet.\u00a0 The second thought was \u2018mam\u2019s going to murder me\u2019!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I started thinking of how I could retrieve the arrow before my mother would\u00a0 notice what has happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How was I going to get into the house past my mother in the kitchen and up the stairs\u00a0 without tipping my mother off.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Much to my relief, my mother was not longer in the kitchen so I made my way through the kitchen, along the hall and up the stairs without being noticed by anyone.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I approached the bedroom with a rising feeling of hope and nervousness, at the same time wondering how I could open the window and retrieve the arrow without causing the glass to crack even further and without any of the glass completely falling out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I thought that perhaps I could Sellotape the cracks before removing the arrow, with this in mind I went back downstairs to find some Sellotape.\u00a0 I found some in the drawer of the dresser, in the surprisingly empty front room. I then went back up stairs with a feeling that I might just get away with it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was when\u00a0 \u00a0I got to the top of the stairs and opened the door to my sister\u2019s bedroom, I realised why the kitchen and front room were empty.\u00a0 \u00a0Everybody my mother, father and both sisters were standing looking out of the cracked window, when I by one they slowly turned to face me standing there, trying to hide the roll of Sellotape up the back of my jumper, trying to look as innocent as I could.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When my mother said in a rather loud voice, \u201cWhat have you done, didn\u2019t I tell you not to fire arrows at the windows, do you know how much this is going to cost to replace?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My mother could never understand that while I complained about helping out in the garden doing such chores as watering the flowers and vegetables\u00a0 and of course weeding, I was at my most happiest when I was digging large holes in her beloved garden.\u00a0 My father used to often joke that he wouldn\u2019t be surprised […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-541","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"\n