I’m starting this post with an apology for suddenly disappearing without warning that Times Past was going on holiday for a couple of months. I know some of you wondered/worried what had happened to me and I’m sorry that I did that. My disappearance was simply that I had to take time out. Suddenly, unexpectedly my world suddenly became too much for me and some things had to go in the short term.
Saying sorry made me wonder about Times Past. Did we feel guilty easier then, or in different generations or locations. Have our values or morals changed or do we experience guilt, wrong doing in just the way we always have done. Today I am asking you to think back to the time that you remember as being the first time you felt sorry, guilty or some other emotion where you wanted to say that you were sorry for your actions.
Please join in giving your location at the time of your memory and your generation. An explanation of the generations and the purpose of the prompts along with conditions for joining in can be seen at the Times Past Page. Join in either in the comments or by creating your own post and linking. Looking forward to your memories.
Baby Boomer – Australia country town
I have no doubt that I said the words many times before this event but this stands out in my memory as the first time I can remember these emotions coming from within myself, unbidden by parents or others.
I was around five years old and living in a small country town in NSW Australia. We lived about a half hour walk from school and having graduated from kindergarten to first class I was now allowed to walk home alone. I think my brother was supposed to walk with me but he wasn’t telling and nor was I.
The walk was three long streets in length and in the second street was Tattersall’s pub and a green grocer. This shop always tempted me with its hessian sacks of produce almost as tall as me on the street side of its entrance. The fruit held no appeal to me at all but the beans and peas were a constant temptation. One day it became too much for me and my little hand reached in and took a handful of plump, juicy beans.
“Oi,” was all I heard before I took off running. I altered my route and ran through a vacant block of ground dropping the beans as I ran. My pace didn’t slow until I was within sight of home where I slowed but my heart continued to pound with fear, guilt and remorse for what I had done.
Later that night a policeman knocked on the door. I hid under the bed with visions of being thrown in jail for my actions. I later discovered that the policeman was in Rotary with my Father and had some business to discuss with him.
The guilt I felt over the bean theft still remains with me. It was a good lesson learnt. I was never tempted to shoplift as many girls did in their teenage years and have never stolen – all because at five I felt guilty and sorry.
Baby Boomer UK Rural
I’m looking forward to reading your memories…….