Reflecting on your childhood from your twenties onwards is an odd experience. At the time, growing up as a teenager was simultaneously the most difficult and most daunting thing ever attempted by a human being.
Yet as time puts distance between our grown selves and our insecure, panicked younger selves, this era of intense social awkwardness becomes tinted with a hue of nostalgia and longing: they were the best years of our lives, if only we had taken the time to enjoy them.
Hence the remarkable market for childhood nostalgia: you can enjoy the fine aspects of your youth at a safe distance from your adolescent insecurities.why you'll find
This is why you'll find many radio shows devoting an extraordinary amount of time to discussing the merits of various ice-creams from our respective youths. (On this topic, Loop The Loops can do one).
Under this umbrella of childhood nostalgia, you can file underage Gaelic Football.
This referees' report of an Under-16 League game at Collinstown Lane in Dublin surfaced on the Oh My God, What A Complete Aisling facebook group recently, and the highlights are numerous.
The stand-out however is "called me a blind bollix".
We can only assume that the respect followed.
Despite the poor discipline, we're all in favour of "a good hard game of football".
