In the 1970s in the UK, the best day of my childhood year came on November 5th. Using earnings from my newspaper delivery round I would secretly buy fireworks, mostly bangers, air bombs and rockets, but a few jumping jacks too. These would all be hidden from my parents inside an empty box marked ‘Chemistry Set’ that they had bought me one Christmas.
You just described my childhood in the 70s to a T. My friends and I started the bonfire building in late August. An old piano and a tree stump were always a good additions to the three piece suite. Sometimes the embers would still be smouldering a week later!
Although not the same as gaining digital (numerical) followers, I speak about your stories weekly to friends and family, sometimes even reading them out loud. It makes for great conversations and lively discussions. If you ever feel a lack of “likes” and “followers”, it is because you are not seeing the true human impact happening halfway across the world. Readership metrics are not always what they seem. Please keep digging through the archives! I’m sure you have more fans than you realize.
You just described my childhood in the 70s to a T. My friends and I started the bonfire building in late August. An old piano and a tree stump were always a good additions to the three piece suite. Sometimes the embers would still be smouldering a week later!
I am so happy you are back!
Although not the same as gaining digital (numerical) followers, I speak about your stories weekly to friends and family, sometimes even reading them out loud. It makes for great conversations and lively discussions. If you ever feel a lack of “likes” and “followers”, it is because you are not seeing the true human impact happening halfway across the world. Readership metrics are not always what they seem. Please keep digging through the archives! I’m sure you have more fans than you realize.