Sunday 6 October 2013

One story, two tellings.

There was a little drama near when I live the other day. Enough to surprise my polite market town. Three men, chased by a police car and helicopter raced along the High Street and ended up crashing in the side of a wall. Nobody was hurt - though a few were shocked. The three men were taken into custody without any more drama, and the car removed. The only damage - a couple of stones broken on the stone steps leading to the church. It made the front page of the local paper, and there was chatter outside the supermarket, but it soon died down.

The impact on the traffic was, well, you can imagine. I was on a bus, trying to get home, with no idea what the hold-up was. I had a book to read, so wasn't bothered. But the kids on the bus, with their phones, knew all about it. I've no idea who took the first message, but the knock-on was wonderful.

Of course, they had to ring home to explain why they might be late. Their conversations went something like this:

Mum, I'm going to be late. No - don't be like that, it isn't my fault. No, it really isn't my fault. There's been a highjacking in town - I'm on the bus, but nothing is moving, we're all behind barricades ... the place is crawling with police, the sky full of helicopters, there are hostages ... loads of them ... guns, I'm sure I saw guns [we were well over half a mile away] .. all this screaming ... no, mum, I'm fine, don't worry about me, but the police suggesting there are spies, terrorists ... bombs under the Town Hall ... we're lying on the floor of the bus ... Al Qaeda ...

At the time I had no idea at all what was going on, and so could not tell if there was any truth underlying all these wonderful fantasies. We were simply stuck on a bus, going nowhere - with no information. But what fun these kids had, creating their own stories. I'm glad they weren't true, of course - but what great imaginations they have. (Maybe they should be writers!)

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  1. Fun!! And a great use of imagination!!! Love the way kids wind up their parents!!! hahaha.

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    1. Likewise, Carol (though I might have been less amused if I'd been one of their mums!)

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  2. Aha, the power of exaggeration. Shows what great imaginations they have! An old friend of mine noted for his story telling skills used to say "why spoil a good story with the less than elegant truth". This way is much more fun!

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    1. They were having such fun - I do hope their parents didn't have hissy fits listening to all this!

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  3. Those kids will be re-writing and embellishing the stories for years... maybe it will be the basis of some creative writing exercises in the near future.

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    1. Let's hope so - some lucky teacher is going to get to work with them!

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    1. Indeed - it's one of the reasons I love buses!

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  5. If I was their Mum I'd have had apoplexy.... I wonder what apoplexy actually is... Anyway I'm very glad you weren't taken hostage on your local bus.

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    1. I suspect their Mums had access to real information on local radio, so knew the right story. And I never felt unsafe, so I was simply entertained!

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  6. It's funny how when we hear someone else's children making up such outlandish tales, we find it entertaining, but when our OWN children and grandchildren tell US such concocted explanations and excuses, we get miffed, because we consider it telling lies.

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    1. Maybe I was a rubbish mother, Susan, because I used to make it clear I knew it was all fibs and then join in embellishing the story!

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  7. That must have been entertaining for you Jo. I'm glad it wasn't really true.

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