Don’t you sometimes sit, thinking about things and wish you could be a kid again? Things were so simple back then.
That’s me, once again with a limb in plaster with another fracture. I used to break a bone quite frequently. Kind of happens with living with Brittle Bones (Osteogenesis Imperfecta). If it wasn’t a leg, then it was an arm. Once or twice, even both arms. It happened so often that we stopped counting after about the 50th fracture.
Apparently, I even became addicted to the painkiller Valeron. I don’t know, or remember, though I still enjoy its taste to this day. How do I remember? Had some when I broke my arm in 2008.
Sadly I don’t remember so much from that young age, except the stories told, and the pictures you see here. They are a select few that I put into my own personal little photo album. A friend scanned them in, and I thought they would be a nice secret shared with you today.
The beast in this picture is Jock, my grandfather’s Staffordshire Bull Terrier. He was the most gentle dog that ever lived. I was always on the floor as a child. I think this was before I got my first wheelchair, or it could not fit in my grandparents’ house, because of the stairs. But, even as a baby, he knew how to behave around me, dropping to his belly as he approached before he smothered me in kisses. He was also very protective of me when we went for walks on the beachfront.
I don’t remember a day where I did not have a dog in my life. They were a constant companion. My grandparents had Jock, in Port Elizabeth, and we had Jesse, in King William’s Town. She is the black staffie, pictured here with her sister, Tessa. I spoiled her as a puppy and regularly walked her as she got older.
Quite a nice surprise shared for this Sunday, don’t you think? I know it’s not that mind-blowing, but it is different from what I usually write about. Stay tuned for something new next week …
you were so cute xxxxx
Aphrael child goddess. Never ages 🙂
I felt sad for you…such a small child to have such challenges. But look at your smile and look at the dog and look at your comments! Perhaps those of us who ride through childhood relatively unscathed have not gained what you have… I don’t know…but it was sure good to see you on my blog the other day. Hope you are doing well, Trudie.
Feels like I was there yesterday only… I am very well, thank you. And very glad to see you still blogging. Everyone has value in their childhood. Well … those that appreciate what they have got. I don’t remember ever wishing for more than I had. I think that is the secret – to be content.
I’ll be back to check your blog again. Chat soon 🙂
and we always tried to give you what you wanted and needed xxx
Karla Bell-Gannaway said:
awesome blog. Love the dogs, my uncle breeds them here in NZ and they are the most gentlest creatures u could find. I have a cerebral palsy son and one of Richards dogs used to snuggle with my son every time he saw him 🙂 Much love to u Trudie from NZ
(i found u thru Knightnet on FB, my nickname in there is brat)
Hi Brat …
Was just wondering who my NZ visitor was (saw my stats) … Thanks for reading. I’ve just installed mIRC again. Hopefully I remember to visit old haunts tomorrow!
Take care 🙂