Quite a lot happened that year...
What can I remember from 1977? STAR WARS. ROOTS. The Space Shuttle. PELE playing his last professional game for New York Cosmos. The death of Elvis Presley... ALL life-changing moments, plus many other things too...
It was also the year that shaped my life.... (Life? Or something like it)
March. 1977. For my birthday I got a bike. It was my ninth birthday and I had progressed from the usual three wheels, as a 'Learner,' to the two wheeled versions, riding my sisters bikes. I was delighted I remember to finally get my own set of 'adult' two wheels ...
The world was my oyster....
Trusty Rover. That was the model of bike I got. I certainly roved, the bike turned out to be not so Trusty.... (Fast forward to April 5th)
I decided to ride my Trusty Rover the seven or eight miles to Chesterfield, where my dad was working. Let's say I wish that day I had stayed in bed late, as I usually did.. I used to watch the Open University on my little portable television, with my headphones in, so as not to disturb or alert my parents to the fact that, even then I had trouble sleeping. I used to read all night long too. So many books. Not the usual 'Nine year olds' fayre either... At first, as a ridiculously young lad, I used to 'borrow' the books that my dad got from the library (Even one or two of mums books too) So I knew from probably about the age of two that reading and watching late night television were to become a great part of my life. Reference books were a particular favourite as well. When I came across words that were 'alien' to me, I used to stop, look the word up, and then mentally file the new word with words 'of a similar ilk' in my brains wordstore....
I have always been inquisitive.... Dangerously so, at times (More to come about this, in time)
April 5th, 1977.
I was run over by a lorry. I came second, obviously, but I lived (If that is what I do)....
I will write about the whys and the wherefores of why I rode into Chesterfield, and the moments leading upto the time that I got run over at some point.
Some while later.....
I was in a coma. I remember. Pain. Being able to hear. Aware of tubes, of being touched. Not knowing where I was.
Even to this day, I have an orchestra playing like a mix-tape constantly in my imagination. Usually inspired by the song or songs I am listening to...
I hope that doesn't make me sound too nuts!! I would say that I probably have 17% more nuts than the average Snickers bar....
When I was in the coma following life saving Neuro surgery, I sang, out loud, often.
Three songs. Even now, nearly 33 years since this accident I remember every word of these songs.....
(Ohmigosh I was so upset I made such a balls up. Did the same song twice, then published..)
Amended and HOPEFULLY ok now.
Just listening to these has absolutely just got me literally in floods....
I will try to write about each song later and what I think was happening.
<(ovo)> xx
Rob. xx 18.05pm Approx. 14/12/09.
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