Everyone has a smell, taste or sound that is guaranteed to trigger evocative memories from their childhood.
For some, it’s the smell of the beach, from Summer holidays past when the whole tribe would pile in the
Today I encountered a new one.
My family and I are currently on a short sojourn in the wilds of Williamstown
Today, in order to keep the young Fadlets happy, we took a quick trip completely across the city to go and ride Puffing Billy. It’s a steam train, my son loves Thomas the Tank Engine – too easy.
I spent the first seven years of my life in
Sitting on the window sill with my legs hanging out the window watching the scenery chug by was great. Memories of doing the same with my family started flooding back - particularly of Dad dropping us off at the station with Mum and then magically appearing in the car to wave to us at every crossing.
Then, it happened. A fucking cinder in my eye… and another!
Fuck! Get it out!
This was the trigger of which I speak. Suddenly, the real memories shouldered their way in, pushing the other, nicer ones out of the way. The only REAL reason we ever went on Puffing Billy was for my parents to lull us three boys into a false sense of security before dropping us off in Emerald with the bogan relatives from hell, so they could spend a week in
I now remembered… God, I remembered!
So fuck you Puffing Billy! And your fucking Thomas the Tank Engine sales points!!
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my first TSFKA outing.