The lost treasure of youthful exuberance

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To never know what it is like to scribe a  chalk circle on warm tarmacadam on a blistering hot summers day during a bank strike ..with uncollected rubbish strewn across the road. To never get the opportunity to hide underneath a car ..to miss out on the opportunity to climb into a parked car …let the hand brake off …to never feel that gush of terror when your shoe gets caught under the accelerator pedal as you despair ..in the realisation that an nine year old foot is not ready to avert collision… to never feel the sense of relief when the car eventually crumples a neighbours hedge …to never feel the rush of  summerair across your ruddy cheeks as you and your friends race to the walshes garden and plead to be allowed sit anywhere but on the road …. to never enjoy the beauty of returning to that collision and watching adults come to the wrong conclusion as to the events that befell that car….what a great loss indeed it is to deny all of this and so much more from the youth of suburban today’s and tomorrow’s. …a mighty fall from the rapture of youth fully deviancy. ..I ask you what have we lost in this sacrifice ?

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About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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