Discussion questions:
Have you heard the song He Wasn’t There? What is it about? Do you know who Lilly Allen is? What do you know about her? What do you think her childhood was like? Who do you think she’s singing to?
He wasn't there when I needed him
No, he was never around
His reputation was preceding him
And he was out on the town
It didn't matter if he let me down
I didn't care about the lies
But all I knew was that he loved me very much
He was my hero in disguise
I'm so pleased I never gave up on him
Oh, well you wouldn't believe some of the things that he did
And everyone said you have to give him some time
And I'm glad that I gave it to him 'cause now everything's fine
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Now you see I never thought you'd be
A constant person in my life
And I don't think that you would be
If you'd have stayed with your ex wife
I know you wouldn't but there is no need
No need to apologize
Because I know you'll always love me very much
You are my hero in disguise
I'm so pleased I never gave up on him
Oh, well you wouldn't believe some of the things that he did
And everyone said you have to give him some time
And I'm glad that I gave it to him 'cause now everything's fine
You might have thought you didn't teach me much
But you taught me right from wrong
And it was when you didn't keep in touch
Well, it taught me to be strong
And just in case you ever thought
I would
I wouldn't change you for the world
Because I know you'll always love me very much
I'll always be your little girl
I'm so pleased I never gave up on him
Oh, well you wouldn't believe some of the things that he did
And everyone said you have to give him some time
+And I'm glad that I gave it to him 'cause now everything's fine
Showing posts with label childhood memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood memories. Show all posts
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Coca-Cola Childhood Memories
The Coca-Cola company has gathered childhood memories from all over the country which are related to Coca-Cola.
Here are two:
When I was in elementary school in Baton Rouge, LA, there was a department store
called Goudchaux's. While we didn't shop there very often, we went every six weeks
to "cash in" our report cards. Goudchaux's rewarded every "A" with a nickel. Once we got our nickels, we went right to the center of the store in themain aisle and dropped
one into the small red shiny vending machine with the crank handle. (A Coke only cost
one nickel.) Out came the iciest, coldest Coke you've ever tasted. My mama would
walk around and shop until we were done. That was a great incentive for me to earn
those A's. A free Coke -- that was truly a celebration I looked forward to every report
card.
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When I was very young, my mom used to take me with her when she went to the
beauty parlor. The time was the late 60s, an era when most women visited the
beauty shop on a weekly basis. As I was too young to stay home alone, I had to go
with her. Needless to say, going to the beauty parlor was not my idea of a good
time. It was boring, the magazines weren't to my liking, and the whole place roared
from the din of numerous hair dryers -- those huge bee-hive types you sit under for
an hour at a time. I know mymom could carry on a conversation with the next lady
while they were both under those things, but I could barely hear myself think.
My mom soon learned that the best way to get me to behave was to buy me a Coke
from the vending machine. They came in small and large contour bottles and, being
a kid, I wanted as big of one as I could get (still do). I remember the cold feeling of
the bottle in my hand and the cold Coke caressing my arid throat, which was
parched from the dry, hot air emanating from all those hair dryers. If I was really
good (and my mom's hairdo time-consuming), I might get a second Coke. Man,
heaven.
I remember those days like they were yesterday. And every time I see a 10-ounce
contour bottle, I remember my mom, the beauty parlor and the times we spent
together.
Read more at Coca-Cola Stories.
Here are two:
called Goudchaux's. While we didn't shop there very often, we went every six weeks
to "cash in" our report cards. Goudchaux's rewarded every "A" with a nickel. Once we got our nickels, we went right to the center of the store in themain aisle and dropped
one into the small red shiny vending machine with the crank handle. (A Coke only cost
one nickel.) Out came the iciest, coldest Coke you've ever tasted. My mama would
walk around and shop until we were done. That was a great incentive for me to earn
those A's. A free Coke -- that was truly a celebration I looked forward to every report
card.
---
When I was very young, my mom used to take me with her when she went to the
beauty parlor. The time was the late 60s, an era when most women visited the
beauty shop on a weekly basis. As I was too young to stay home alone, I had to go
with her. Needless to say, going to the beauty parlor was not my idea of a good
time. It was boring, the magazines weren't to my liking, and the whole place roared
from the din of numerous hair dryers -- those huge bee-hive types you sit under for
an hour at a time. I know mymom could carry on a conversation with the next lady
while they were both under those things, but I could barely hear myself think.
My mom soon learned that the best way to get me to behave was to buy me a Coke
from the vending machine. They came in small and large contour bottles and, being
a kid, I wanted as big of one as I could get (still do). I remember the cold feeling of
the bottle in my hand and the cold Coke caressing my arid throat, which was
parched from the dry, hot air emanating from all those hair dryers. If I was really
good (and my mom's hairdo time-consuming), I might get a second Coke. Man,
heaven.
I remember those days like they were yesterday. And every time I see a 10-ounce
contour bottle, I remember my mom, the beauty parlor and the times we spent
together.
Read more at Coca-Cola Stories.
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