Each one of us is conditioned in a particular way and have a certain way of upbringing peculiar to us, which might not even be true for our siblings. When we witness others growing up in front of us we might question, comment or unconsciously compare it to the way we grew up, unconsciously or consciously. One can almost visualise certain minds mumbling ‘those were the days,when we…’ or ‘we never had it like this’ or ‘our lives were so simple’
Maybe my grandfather had it differently as compared to his siblings. He did not even see my grandmother before getting married to her, and he got married practically because of word of mouth publicity. His siblings atleast got to ‘see’ their brides (well I certainly hope they did)
So, I grew up with what I’d like to call.. the ‘Park Culture’. I went to the park everyday. Without failure. When I was a baby, my darling parents propped me in what can be called as the most helpful babycare vehicle, the pram and strolled all over Safari Park, probably introducing me to the fresh air, trees, rabbits and monkeys..as they say one should start early. Today I can categorise people as rabbits/monkeys or horses pretty nicely!
My visits to the park continued even after my sister landed into our lives. We have pictures together on rides, where I’m holding her hand while the merry go round causes her face to look like she’ll develop motion sickness. But thats only one stray picture. Another picture shows us propped on some random bike, like we’re about to vrooom away. Or rather I’d vrooom her away. Ofcourse she hates my helping hand now. I can’t seem to offer it without a bit of vinegar as it is.
I dont think though that she visited the park as much as I did. When she grew up a lot more, my Dad joined the nearby Club. She has a bit of the Club culture infused too. School girls and boys, hanging out at clubs…sports, watching rowing races, carnivals..the works.
My brother, as a baby visited the Park as well, spent a lot of his mornings and evenings there..part of tradition you see. He’s already inducted into the Club culture. Swimming, table tennis, pool, darts…Xbox..you name it. He enjoys it, don’t know if he loves it. Some of it was forced on him (you have to practise swimming) but he seems well settled. Kids from ‘good families’ spend their evenings splashing around the pool while their mommies watch or work out in the gym and then they all hog on yummy food. Some of them practise for club events, competitions..lotta community culture happening. I can already see a bit of a dude culture in my bro. But as long as he reads a book every night before going to bed, I know all’s not lost! As long as good habits last 🙂