YO-YO

MERHABA MY FRIENDS

MEMORIES OF THE PAST

LATE FRIDAY AFTERNOON ON A COLD AND
RAINY DAY IN NOVEMBER, THE RAIN HAS
BEEN FALLING STEADILY SINCE EARLY
MORNING, PUDDLES EXPLODED AS CARS
DROVE PAST, SHOWERING THE ALREADY
WET PEDESTRIANS, I WALKED UP THE HIGH
STREET TOWARDS THE BUS STOP, HOPING TO
CATCH AN EARLY BUS HOME, WITH MY HANDS
FIRMLY STUFFED INTO MY RAINCOAT POCKETS
AND MY HEAD BOWED DOWN AGAINST THE
DRIVING RAIN, I BRISKLY WALK ON, SIDE STEPPING
PUDDLES LIKE A BALLET DANCE IN FULL FLOW.
I STOPPED AT THE EDGE OF THE KERB, WAITING TO
CROSS THE ROAD, WHEN SOMETHING IN THE GUTTER
CAUGHT MY EYE, AMONGST THE WET FALLEN LEAVES
WAS AN `UP N DOWNER`, SOMETHING I`D NOT SEEN
FOR MANY A YEAR, I SMILED TO MYSELF AS I CROSSED
THE ROAD, MEMORIES CAME FLOODING BACK AS I
ENTERED THE BUS SHELTER, READING THE TIME TABLE,
I REALIZED I HAD A WHILE TO WAIT. THE CAFE
OPPOSITE WAS OPEN, I ENTERED INTO THE WARM
NEON LIT ROOM, THE WOMEN BEHIND THE COUNTER
IGNORED MY ENTRANCE,
SHE KEPT ON READING HER MAGAZINE, RAISING HER
HEAD, AND LOOKING STRAIGHT AT ME WITH GLARING
EYES, SHE SAID, `YEAH` WAT YA WANT. I ASKED
FOR A CUP OF TEA, FEELING UNCOMFORTABLE, LIKE
I`D JUST WANDERED INTO HER SAD LITTLE LIFE
AND WOKE HER UP. WITH A HEAVY `SIGH` SHE
HANDED ME THE TEA. `85p `SHE SAID, JUST
AS THE DOOR FLEW OPEN AND TWO TEENAGERS
CAME CRASHING IN, BRINGING WITH THEM A TOUCH
OF WIND AND RAIN, MUCH TO THE ANNOYANCE OF
THE WOMEN. I SAT AT A TABLE NEAR THE WINDOW,
A QUE HAD BEGAN TO FORM AT THE BUS STOP,
A YOUNG GIRL AND AN INFANT BOY, WHO WAS
`GETTING ON MY NERVES `SHE SAID VERY
LOUDLY, AS THE BOY WAS STAMPING HIS SOGGY
SHOES IN THE PUDDLES. STILL LOOKING OUT OF
THE WINDOW MY MIND BEGAN TO WANDER BACK
IN TIME. THERE I WAS, BATHED IN SUNSHINE,
RUNNING AROUND LIKE BANSHEE, BELLOWING
LOUDLY TO MY FRIENDS, ARGUING ABOUT THE
BEST WAY TO DO A `YO-YO`, LOTS OF PUSHING
AND SHOVING EACH OTHER TO GET THE POINT
ACROSS. `YOU KNOW NUFFIN` CASS SAID, TO
NO ONE IN PARTICULAR, `IVE SEEN MY BRUVVA`
DOIN IT, SAID BROWNY. YOUR BRUVVA` GOT
LONG ARMS, THAT`S WHY HE CAN DO IT,
SAID CASS, HE`S LIKE A MONKEY, AS CASS
PROCEEDED TO SHOW US HE`S MIMIC OF
BROWNY`S BROTHER, RUNNING AROUND WITH
HIS HANDS SCRAPING THE FLOOR AND MAKING
SCREECHING SOUNDS LIKE A MONKEY, WE
WERE ROLLING AROUND THE GROUND IN
TEARS OF LAUGHTER, THE YO-YO IN THE HANDS
OF ANDY WAS MAKING WHOOSHING NOISES AS
HE SWUNG IT AROUND IN THE AIR, TRYING TO
BOUNCE IT OFF OUR HEADS.
WE WERE STILL IN STITCHES ROLLING AROUND
IN THE DIRTY GROUND. WE ALL WERE MATES
TOGETHER. THE VOICE OF SOMEONES MUM
`TEAS READY` CAME FLOATING OVER THE
BACK LANE, REDUCING THE LAUGHTER TO
SNIGGERS. IN THOSE DAYS EVERYONE HAD AN
OPEN HOUSE, KIDS FROM THE STREET WANDERED
INTO ANY HOUSE WITH OUT BIAS, HOPING TO
GET A `HELPING OF TEA`, FROM SOMEONES MUM.
CHIP SARNIES WERE THE FAVORITE OFFERINGS.
STIRING MY SELF, I LOOKED AROUND
THE CAFE TO SEE IF ANYONE HAD NOTICED THE
`DAFT` GRIN ON MY FACE, LOOKING BACK
THROUGH THE WINDOW I NOTICED THE QUE HAD
GOTTEN BIGGER, TIME TO MAKE MY WAY OUTSIDE
I THOUGHT, THE BUS PULLED UP AT THE STOP AS
I WALKED OUT INTO THE RAIN, STILL SMILING TO
MYSELF .....OBLIVIOUS TO THE RAIN.

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STILL WORKING ON THIS ;\
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