About 15 years ago my mum was a teacher (she still is but consider things).... I was thinking about this tonight. I helped my mum out in her class on one of my days off. There was a girl with really curly hair, she was about 8 years old. I found out that apparently this girl had a hole in her heart and would not live into her twenties. At the end of the day I gave out the sweets (lolipops) to all the kids leaving. I gave one to every kid, but the last kid was this curly haired girl. I gave her the last 4 lolipops in the bag because I felt so sorry for her. She seemed so wonderful and full of life. She must have died over 10 years ago.
I have thought about this tonight....
I don't know, but what is wrong with the world that this sort of thing happens? She must have died 10 years ago, but tonight I feel really emotional about it....
I just remember that curly haired 8 year old little girl, who sat on my lap (when I was 13) and asked me to take her to a wonderful new story adventure world and take her away - for a brief moment, from the awful (hospital) world she lived in, the medics and the nurses, but the joy she once had....
A perfect methaphor for life. Once Upon a Time in the West. The story of the old being changed forcably for the new. Times changing. Old ideas which were good then, now dying off. Old friends (whom we miss) but time goes on without them.... A certain amount of my god I love the past but isn't the future gonna be scary. How absolutely perfect everything is and rose tinted it is.... Playing football and Cricket from dusk till dawn when we were 14, listening to Pulp and Blur, the 90's, stupid terbo white parties and an absolute love of music. Why this film is the best ever. It is just the best film ever....
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