Childhood Wellies

I was having a talk with my significant other recently about silly things we used to do as children and it made me think of all the other silly things I used to do as a child. Our conversation only really covered a few things, such as; things we couldn't say properly as a child and things that our parents like to constantly remind us about.

 From what my father constantly tells me about my childhood, I was slightly retarded (which would probably explain my disposition these days). According to him I did some absolutely hilarious things as child, some I can remember and some I suspect he's made up to embarrass me in front of people.  One thing I do remember from being a kid is not being able to speak properly, when I was much younger I couldn't pronounce the letter 'r' which made my name particularly difficult to say. Instead of an 'r' I would also replace it with an 'l', so the word 'rat' more than likely became 'lat' and I wasn't known as 'Rachel', my name was 'Lachel' - while you stop laughing at that, let me tell you that I eventually grew out of it. Which, just so happens to be one of the things that I can't remember from my childhood. Only recently did I find out that to try and get rid of my unusual speech impediment, I was sent to a speech therapist for months on end. I CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME REMEMBER THIS!!!

Another thing that I can't remember doing is putting my shoes on the wrong feet. Now I know that all children are bound to go through this phase for a while but that they eventually will grasp the concept of right and left. Apparently I did not. I have vivid memories of my wellie boots as a child, the ones that stick out were bright pink and had a little cartoon on the side. I do remember that I wore these wellies every chance I got. I don't however, remember my parents buying me a pair of wellies with frogs on the sides in the hope that this would teach me which foot the boot went on - the frog goes to the outside of your leg. Apparently, no matter how many time they explained it to me, that the froggies went on the outside, I insisted on putting my wellies on the wrong feet. after learning about this fact, I've come to the conclusion that in my ongoing quest to make the world a quirkier place, I insisted on wearing my wellies on the wrong feet so the frogs could talk to each other. Now, aren't I lovely person? I'm sure it would've been pretty lonely looking at everything flying past your eyes as I trudged along in my wellies. By putting my shoes on the wrong feet, the frogs made friends and enjoyed the world together!

These aren't my wellies. close enough though