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Tied to the Cloths Line

April 30, 2015 - Short stories

From first days of walking until after my third birthday, Mum would strap me into a tight harness, at the end of a long rope, attached to the even longer cloths line. An ingenious kenneling technique allowing her to get on with the endless chores of a 1960’s housewife with six kids, and expanding the playpen into a large patch of grass, framed with gardens, hedges, a large pear tree, and gravel driveway. I’d busy myself for hours digging, squishing, pebble flicking, bug watching, cat peek-a-booing, and shrubbery fort exploring. We didn’t have a TV.

Play harness