Isn`t a childs imagination a wonderful thing? I am going to give you an account of the day our house had new windows put in and how as a small boy it seemed to transform my whole universe. Here is a recount of my feelings and what I saw on that magical day.
It was a Monday morning, but this particular Monday I rose excitedly bright and early from my bed and hurried downstairs. This was not because I was looking forward to school, and it wasn`t even because it was a school holiday, it was because my Mum and Dad had ordered new windows for our home including my bedroom window!! And they were going to be double glazed windows too!! I was beside myself with excitement!
“What time are the window men coming” I blurted out to my Mum who had only just emerged from bed herself and was just putting the kettle on. “9.00 but its not yet 7.30 so please calm down!!” I calmed down, at least for my breakfast, and sat there looking at the clock in the kitchen.
Let me give you a bit of background information. We weren`t a rich family, weren`t desperately poor as Dad had a job at the Post Office but there were 3 kids to feed and bills and clothes and food and as my Mum often said money doesn`t grow on trees. The house was in a bit of a state, especially my bedroom window. Draughts got through the side so it was bitterly cold in the winter, it was scratched and dirty both inside and out with mould often forming on the sills, and I couldn`t see through it properly, and when I did the marks and scratches made me conjure up ghosts and bogey men in the twilight as my fevered mind would play tricks with me.
Then the window men came. They were nice men which was unusual and they smiled and chatted to me as they went about their work as I watched. My window was done in about 90 minutes flat and it was awesome!!!! The sun had come out and was blasting through the new double glazing, there was no noise from outside for the first time I can ever remember.
The window seemed twice as wide as normal and something magical was happening. I could suddenly see hot air balloons billowing up into the sky, a huge rainbow emerged with a young lady sat astride it waving at me, and I could see New York right outside, people with cool hats on scurrying across the streets, bright yellow taxis everywhere, theatres, cafes and restaurants on every corner, and skyscrapers as far as the eye can see.
The scene swiftly changed to Sydney harbour bridge and then onto Africa where I watched wildebeest, lions, snakes and monkeys from my window. I spent an age staring out at all these scenes, entranced and bewiched, until my Mum called me down for tea.
I had these visions many times through my childhood, sometimes whilst looking through my window and sometimes whilst sleeping and although they weren`t real they were some of the best times of my life. And all because of my brand new magical window.