Malory Towers and more

Well I guess the good news is I'm feeling better than I was around this time last week as was really down in dumps with some work related stuff best not gotten into on a publicly accessible blog and wanting more 'little' time something I understand most of us struggle with.
Thanks to everyone in chat this week including our guests from US camp.
I've already gotten two self presents sorted so it's just a question of putting some money aside for a few things for my family as like a good many others facing big bills we've decided to par down what we get each other.

As I think I've mentioned  the odd time in Chat I've been re-reading Malory Towers, the classic story of a all girls high school on the coast of Cornwall, South-west England directly overlooking the sea as written by Enid Blyton.
I bought a set of the original six volumes recently with the front cover of the slip case using this illustration the girls arriving at school. My school skirts are very similar to that of the girls on the far right which is more junior/middle school one. The current editions use some ghastly cheap computer generated images of girls while this 2004 set is more classy.
So far in I've just finished the Fifth volume.
Her books were a big part of my childhood that I loved mainly for their sense of innocent adventure, well observed characters and moral tales interwoven into the narrative.
With Malory Towers we see the world of this  boarding school which is a Castle like building with four wings, mainly through the eyes of Darrell, a first year boarder aged 12 getting to grips with induction procedures, new school rules, making new friends who as the series progresses we learn all about, their strong points and well their failings and learning to take on more responsibilities for themselves.
Each wing has inter-house competitions and for some sports their are coveted matches with other schools, the values of giving your all for your team and team mates, honour and being a gracious winner are write right through.
We also have escapades, ill thought out actions like going awl to perform and becoming so ill we can't sing, playing tricks on teachers and even some serious stuff like poison-pen letters not to mention theft.
For some such stories were (possible are even) a fantasy -a school life in childhood never experienced but preferable to the one they had - but to me much of this was very much like the reality apart from the poison-pen letter bits.
Newsflash: I did play tricks on people back then!
You could say it was really a guide cluing me in to what I was to experience making the transition from day school easier. 
I hope to re-read a few more of her series in the upcoming year.

Better later than never...

Sometimes the truest lines can be found in the cartoon strip.

I have to honest and say I never had enough real respect for my Mom only going along with what she wanted if she sugarcoated me.
Any sense of authority, of being a Parent of playing a important role in in the family never mind my life was just disrespected at will with no real conseqences. It wasn't helped by her issues with disciplining me too although I am responsible for what I did more than she failed to impose on me.
Reid's words ring true to me. A strong man should of spanked me for it years ago.

What I long for

That in a nutshell is exactly how I feel about life and relationships

Presents of the past

Somebody mentioned in Chat last week - might of been Sam R - about the new range coming to ToysRUS in time for the upcoming Christmas (and other) festivities.
This got me thinking about some of the things I had and maybe you did too from your chronological childhood and I feel like talking a little about them this week.
At the time there were at least in my country quite a number of shows on the television featuring Magicians who invited members of the public to take part in their acts and these shows really held my attention.
It was just so super exciting to see something disappear and then by magic reappear at the waving of a wand or a chant so my folks bought me a magic set with a wand, hat and a few other things to try these tricks out.

 It was something a bit like this one but in white background box going by memory.


I also had something quite useful as I have dyspraxia  which makes trying to write neatly something of a pain and that was a basic Child's Typewriter with a small frame, limited to A5 or maybe going as far as A4 paper.
Iused that to write short stories, thank you letters, lists and labels for school projects on.
This dear reader was well before the personal computer was widely available with word processing programs like Word Star came about never mind MS Word so you really didn't have too many choices!
We didn't have the spell checker - hurrah for the Can-E spellchecker on here! - so you had to use a little erasure and overtype this  being before even correction fluid became widely available for budding typists.
Mine was a Petite a bit like the one below which I kept until high school when I got a grown up manual typewriter.

For the Dominate Mommies

It's funny how so much of the stuff you read around being a little and the Adults who act very much as their 'Parents' is so Daddy orientated not that being a Daddy figure is in anyway wrong but an equally good dynamic for a little girl is Mommy having had some Female Adult Authority figures as a child who you'd not upset in a hurry!
I could just imagine myself being the girl she's spanking in this picture.

What is THIS, Jo?

 

One situation I can well recall is this one.

You're in class supposed to be working hard but figured with everyone else 'Teach' would be too busy to notice you're not doing much but he walks on up and comes to the back of your desk.

You feel that hand on the shoulder as the lecture begins, fingers point to what he wants you to pick and do knowing the slightest hesitancy well lead to you being whisked away for a spanking before being brought back to class in front of your peers.

It happened a number of times with me.

Missed opportunities

 

Although I talk quite a bit on this blog around my need for and experiences of child-like discipline, you would be very wide of the mark if you didn't  see this as having an element of protection from that which is inappropriate or otherwise undermining my adult middle innocence.

Because how aspects of my childhood disabilities have left me I have more vulnerabilities than adults and even teens have being for want of a better expression, "wide eyed" , not really seeing what's around the corner that people can and as hard as it is type this have taken advantage of sometimes with serious repercussions.

Having set systems that put protecting me from this that are agreed with me which may include consequences if I don't follow them makes sense if you remember by needs rather than by actual age, mine are more like a childs.