I gathered the kids around, shoved the cassette into the recorder and we settled in.
Hhhhhmmmmmm.
About that.
Here are a few notes I made to myself while watching it;
- OH GOD - What was I thinking at 22 years old?
- Eeeewww - my parents are about to make out!
- Someone is deliberately asking for Womack and Womack?.
- LMAO of at my younger brother Richard trying to dance and chat up the laydeees...
- I miss going to the pub and having a good old party and dance and drinking and laughing and chilling with my mates and my parents.
- I'm glad my kids are seeing this (both my parents have passed away and they got to see my dad who died 17 years ago who they never got to know).
Well, first of all, I remember the party and I mostly remember thinking my mum was old. There. I said it. I thought she was old. Then a bolt of lightening bit me in the arse as I realised that "Hang on a minute, I'm going to be THAT old next year! HOLY CRAP!!!!!" I am the kind of person that jokes about getting older but I could care less how old I am really. I mean, worrying isn't going to make me any younger is it? No, so why stress? I don't. But I immediately started comparing myself to my mum and wondered if she felt the same as I do at my age? Did she think that age is just a number? Did she think that deep down inside she was a spring chicken? Luckily my kids told me that I don't act THAT old..........*
The second interesting thing that hit me didn't really spring to mind until this afternoon. Yesterday would have been her 57th birthday. How strange that I found the video the DAY of her birthday. Once I told the kids that they both laughed and thought she must have had something to do with it......
*Yeah - they actually said that!
