Today Is: Saturday, April 17, 2021 11:11 PM. Our Topic of the Week: Memories

Check our Help area first!

Comments? Suggestions?

Contact us now!

We like hearing feedback from members on how to improve the site!

Author Name: Freevictor69 4 Comments
Date Added: December 20, 2008 19:12:04 Average Score: (Needs 2)
Views This Week
Members: 0
Unique Members: 0
Guests: 252
Total Views
Members: 16
Unique Members: 13
Guests: 663

Type: Unspecified
Category: Essay Add To Favorites | Text Only
Cotton wool mentality

I was sat outside the other day talking to an old friend I hadn’t seen in fifteen years, eventually we got around to some of the shit we used to get up to. We both decided that we must have had balls the size of melons when we were kids, to do the things we did.


Not far from where we lived was an old quarry that had filled with water, for some reason the water looked really blue, so, naturally, it was called the blue lagoon (not quite as nice as the film, skinny dipping in Hampshire in the middle of November is not a pastime id recommend!)


Anyway, back to the memory.


To get to the quarry you had to cross a motorway bridge, not a tall order you might say. Try it on top of the handrail, in the dark! The police tried everything they could think of to stop us doing it, in the end we stopped when a mate fell and died. No matter what the old bill told us, or showed us, it wasn’t until our mate actually died that we saw the danger.


Now-a-days if some kids did that on the bridge near me, the H.S.E would probably have it removed!


Rope swings over rivers were always great, having the rope snap was all part of the fun, a three foot fall into a river always got a giggle from the girls. So what if you spent a week nursing rope burn, a role in the hay never came so cheep!


Around here if the council find ropes near rivers they cut them down, kids and water don’t mix, apparently?


Where me and my mate grew up we had a backdrop to die for, the South Downs. They were got to by jumping over a neighbours fence and legging it through her garden (if you walked, her dog won!)  The woods were great fun; it got to the point where we knew every footpath in them, and never got lost.


If a kid goes to play in the woods now, the old bill send out rescue teams to find them.


We agreed on the next part as well, even though we slagged off everything about the cotton wool mentality of today’s society, as fathers, we are partly to blame. And we would die if our kids were like we used to be…wouldn’t we?

Author's Notes:


Report Offensive Poem.

'Cotton wool mentality' Copyright © Filthy
Copyright is property of the above author or group. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
Click here if you feel this poem is in violation of a copyright.
Click here to send this poem to someone!

Comment By: PremiumEric Siedzikowski on October 18, 2009 08:18:05 PM Report
An outstanding work of literary art that I feel flows marvelously.You are a talented writer.Sincerely,Eric
Comment By: FreeHanane on July 21, 2009 11:15:43 AM Report
so deep and felt heart essay John. I imagined dad on the rocking chair telling me the story as if I was still the little kid.


Thanks for sharing


Comment By: FreeAdri on April 23, 2009 04:39:14 AM Report
Very interesting, and true. I agree with Len, how some boys grew up to be come men, is a miracle sometimes.  The girls also got up to no good, but not as bad as the boys. It is actually sad that the freedom we had and misused is gone now, but on the other hand, life is not as safe any more. The children of today is raised in another world. I must admit, I still prefer our world when we grew up.
Adri x

Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on December 26, 2008 05:36:26 PM Report
When I was a kid, me and a friend found a leaky rowboat by the river's edge..We took off on that boat, bailing water all the way..It's amazing that any male child ever survives to adluthood, eh?...len


Check for Announcements.
on our Home page!

User poems are sometimes graced by images and textures stored on our site
courtesy of, Sandy Hradil, and Sherri Emily.

Welcome, Guest!

Become part of our
friendly community
of on-line writers!

Join today!
Forget Username or Password?

Members On Line: 1
Guests On Line: 95
Members in Chat: 0


Happy Birthday

We Thank You!

For your donations
and subscriptions!

Copyright © 2003-2021  All Rights Reserved. Use of this site is subject to certain
Terms of Service rules which constitute a legal agreement between you and
By providing links to other sites, neither approves of, endorses, or gurantees
any information, opinions, or products found on those sites. Users follow links at their own risk.