Tuesday, July 5, 2011

I am not a great hippy- Give Away.

                                      This is my little brother.... All together... awwwwwwww

There were a lot of things that I didn't know about as a kid... There were a fair few things the hippies sheltered us from, like what it is actually like to own a serviceable car and TV.
But there were a lot of things I knew all about.... the kind of things that "respectable Parents" sheltered their kids from for the most part.
Drugs were one of them.
By the time my parents were parents, drugs were but a mere fuzzy might have happened in the 60's or 70's. Who can remember?
I never knew my parents to take drugs, but it was not hidden in our house that people did.
As far as I knew, lots of People took drugs all the time, everywhere.
If I had a question, it was answered with complete honesty.

Have you ever taken drugs? What does it do? Why do people take drugs?

When Uncle Ronny would come over and stand around the barbecue talking to the tree, I would ask my dad... what happened to him?.. Why does uncle Ronny cry all the time and talk to things that aren't there?

My dad would candidly reply  "Uncle Ronny took a drug called Acid, acid is a very bad drug made with nasty chemicals, and sometimes.... that's what happens to you if you do it..... Some people may be lucky, and nothing much happens to them if they take it... then other people like Uncle Ronny are never the same again... It is not a risk I would advise you to take"
That was the end of that.
In my brain, Uncle Ronny = Acid is BAD.   mmmmkay.

My Eldest son came home from School after taking part in a high school readiness program.
Drugs were discussed and he seemed to be under the impression that when he went to high school, there would be scary grade nine drug pushers, standing inside toilet cubicles forcing drugs on people.
I hate that I have left it up to the school to tell him this stuff.

I am setting myself up for "The Talk" with him.
I hope it goes a little better than my birds and bees conversation... which did not go so well.
I bought the copy of where did I come from, sat down to read it with him.. he looked at me mortified and said... "Mum.. I know... OK?.... Get out"
I found the book a few months later shoved down the back of the wardrobe. Master (Then five) got his hands on it and giggled away at the pictures of "Wangs". (It is a cartoon picture book for children... Just in case you were alarmed)

I think my parents had it down pat.
There was no scary mystery surrounding drugs... Drugs were around... you may be offered drugs, your friends may take drugs, what I needed to remember was that  drugs did some very very bad things to people.

I just wish there was a book for it, like where did I come from, with pictures of Uncle Ronny in it.

Do you want to indulge your inner Hippy?

The fine folk at Polkadot Pr have sent me three double passes to the Organic Expo and Green Show to give away.
The Organic Expo and Green Show is held at Hall 3 of The Sydney Convention and Exhibition Center, Darling Harbour,  Sat and Sun August 6th and 7th.
(Sydney Siders Only sorry)
I am going with my Mum, to indulge our love of all things sustainable.
To get your hands on your double pass just leave a lovely comment below, or on the wall of Whatsinemmasbrain Facebook Fan page. Easy peasy lemon squeazy.

Winners will be drawn Monday 11/7 and announced Here.

Peace Out.

Emma xx


Samelia's Mum said...

I just saw your link on Twitter. I would love to win one of these passes. Keeping my fingers crossed. Thanks :-)

Miss Pink said...

Not entering. I think it would make my mum happy if i were to admit i was a hippie, and we don't want to do that now do we?
But I do want to thank you for this post. Gave me some thinking to do. A great way that your parents introduced a complex issue to you.
OMG Where Did I come from and What's happening to me have to be the MOST EMBARRASSING books/movies ever. Shame on you for going down that road. I'm taking it they weren't pushed onto you? *dies*

Bluey said "sex" today, reading it from something (bloody bugger reads too well at 5), I almost DIED. Birds and bee's talk at 5? Can we wait till next year please? How old were your kids when they started asking? Any tips for me?

SawHole said...

I am obsessed by Uncle Ronny. Please keep me up to date on his case.

•´.¸¸.•¨¯`♥.Trish.♥´¯¨•.¸¸.´• said...

Great post Emma. Such an important discussion about being open about drugs.

LOL we knew we 'd gotten away with the B&B TALK - when I fell pregnant when the 18yr was 10.5 - his reply when we told him was WHAT YOU MEAN YOU DO IT ! Yes he yelled.

Having had a teenager (well at 18 he doesn't ask questions anymore since he KNOWS it all) we encouraged him to ask about drugs too.

I didn't have an Uncle Ronny but Uncle Bill liked a bit of the ol' weed in his pipe or rollup ;) you know. Still does, wherever he is in Sydney.He was weird - it scared me for life

Don't count me in , unless you get know one else - if you know I mean. I know a friend who might be interested going with me if it was free. I'd just rather let someone passionate go in my place.

•´.¸¸.•¨¯`♥.Trish.♥´¯¨•.¸¸.´• said...

I meant no -one else I knew it looked wrong.

Mrs Catch said...

Your parents had a really sensible attitude. I'm trying to be like that with my up and coming teens. Did Uncle Ronnie ever get any better?

Tamsin said...

Hey Emma I love reading your blog! You always make me laugh. I think everyone has an Uncle Ronnie in their family!