I was with my grandson looking at one of his books. Suddenly my mind was racing back to when I was three or four years old. The book featured Bambi.
I remembered how Bambi was the very first film I ever saw at a cinema - though I was in my mum's bad books before it had ended. There was one scene that made me cry and cry. Yes, the one where ...
Bambi and his mother are looking for food and eventually found some fresh, green grass to eat. Bambi's mum, however, suddenly sensed danger and told him to run away. "Faster! Faster, Bambi! Don't look back! Keep running! Keep running!" she yells.
Bambi makes it back to their den ... there is the sound of a gunshot ... he calls out for his mother but there is no reply. He cautiously traces his steps looking forlorn and desperate in the snow. His mother is nowhere to be seen.
Bambi bumps in to his father the Great Prince who tells him that, "Your mother can't be with you any more".
Slowly he follows his father into the woods but with one sad, last look behind him.
Now that's enough to make anyone cry! Especially a very impressionable small child, that was once me.
My 15 month grandson looked at me with his beautiful blue innocent eyes and brought me back to the present wondering what life holds in store for him.
I shouldn't really have forgotten about Bambi because we have a cheeseboard, that my mother made out of pottery, in our kitchen on one of the work surfaces (top photo). It must be about ten years old so she would have been in her mid 80s when she made this. Mum made it at a pottery class and, I guess, she was thinking of me, and of the time she took me to the cinema for the very first time.
Everything in life seems to be one big jigsaw and gradually, bit by bit, the picture becomes clearer.