My mother was a liar.
Sometimes my mother would lie.
This shoe has been out in Maude Street, for over 30 years, and l cannot remember a day in my entire life, when this shoe was not out on display.
When l was a child l used to ask her, who would wear it, this enormous shoe, and she would say a very big person, or a giant, straight to my face.
She lied. : )
Me being me, l believed her emphatically.
Later when l was older, l think she may have felt embarrassed by my questions, and my belief in her, and or been bored with the, “…are we there yet..." repetition of asking who would wear it.
One day she told me that it was just for promotion, and that no one wore it.
It wasn’t like when the nasty kid at primary school, told me Santa wasn’t real, making me cry.
And l didn’t feel as letdown, as Barry my Dad’s friend was, when at the SPC, (Shepparton Preserving Company) Christmas party, l called him by his first name, while he played Santa.
Don’t tell anyone, Dad told me to.
My mother was a liar.
Sometimes my mother would lie.
This shoe has been out in Maude Street, for over 30 years, and l cannot remember a day in my entire life, when this shoe was not out on display.
When l was a child l used to ask her, who would wear it, this enormous shoe, and she would say a very big person, or a giant, straight to my face.
She lied. : )
Me being me, l believed her emphatically.
Later when l was older, l think she may have felt embarrassed by my questions, and my belief in her, and or been bored with the, “…are we there yet..." repetition of asking who would wear it.
One day she told me that it was just for promotion, and that no one wore it.
It wasn’t like when the nasty kid at primary school, told me Santa wasn’t real, making me cry.
And l didn’t feel as letdown, as Barry my Dad’s friend was, when at the SPC, (Shepparton Preserving Company) Christmas party, l called him by his first name, while he played Santa.
Don’t tell anyone, Dad told me to.