OctPoWriMo #25 – Reminiscing on Childhood

Never had a favourite toy,
Not that I recall.
No comforter or teddy.
No treasured bat and ball.

How many other grown ups
Had their memories overwrit,
By some grainy photos,
Or a loved ones reminisce?

Is the poet’s search for truth
Similarly tainted?
Objectivity lost as I become with
Others’ views acquainted?

Memory is fluid;
Perspective always shifting.
Maybe truth matters less
Than the process of truth-sifting



Written for OctPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was “childhood favourites”, ie beloved childhood toys.


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Author: Al Lane

Writer, Poet, Daydreamer

30 thoughts on “OctPoWriMo #25 – Reminiscing on Childhood”

    1. I had plenty of toys, just no “favourite”. Nothing to feel sorry for! Both of my boys have been the same. As a writer looking for stories, have to admit that’s a little frustrating, but what can you do?!

      1. I always get the wrong end of the stick Al, I’m afraid. apologies if I caused offence.
        My daughter doesn’t have a favourite toy either, she hated dollies, and if anything, loves her bloody phone more than anything!

        1. No offence taken ! My 5 year old is already smitten with my phone (well, Angry Birds really)… How ancient are we to have grown up before the internet and smart phones and Back to the Future day being in the past???

  1. Your perspective makes sense. One cannot have only toys for reminisces. There are many other things which are equally important. Loved your views expressed in the poem, Al πŸ™‚

  2. Oh Man–I’m on my feet, applauding this, fabulous!! The words so true (and I didn’t have a fave toy either, hardly had a childhood)–I LOVE the final stanza!! Gosh, I wish I’d written it!

    1. Thank you… was one of those ideas that just comes together quite quickly, after having struggled with the prompt for several hours… always good when it works like that πŸ™‚

      1. Excellent–and once again, your response has offered me a 2nd chance at doing the prompt. We’ll see what happens…but I’m always grateful for your unwitting help–thanks!!

  3. I like your point of view, and the way you put it is so beautiful, it’s hard not to like it πŸ˜‰

    I must say that I *do* remember my little dog fondly. The softness of its fur, the flexibility of its body, the way it brought me comfort in times of need. Somehow, it feels like I have more memories of it supporting me than of my mom doing the same. I have a memory here or there of her reading me a bed time story. But that’s about it. And I don’t even have feelings that she did. Whereas I have feelings that my soft toy did.

    Weird, he! πŸ™‚

    1. Not weird at all! It’s more interesting (for me) to wonder how much of this you would have recognised as “true” at the time, and how much comes through the filter of hindsight, mixed with other experiences. That was where the idea for this poem came from – do we even know our own truths? Then that started to blow my mind a little bit so I headed in this direction!

    1. I was commenting on a friend’s blog the other day about the differences / likely differences between my childhood and that of my sons. That freedom to roam and explore outside, far away from home, is likely to be a key one

      1. I agree. Though my wandering far and wide mostly came on summers in the country. Even so. Back home in town it was hopscotch, marbles, baseball.. I was only indoors when it was time to sleep or it was raining. We lived in a different time.

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