I missed last week’s challenge, so I have used the prompt words for last week (club) and this week (shade) in this short piece. You can join in here: https://estherchilton.co.uk/2025/10/08/writing-prompts-86/
The Club House
When my sister, Hayley, was a newborn baby, we lived in a house in a new area called Jukskei Park in Johannesburg. Our house was the second to be built on our street and was surrounded by vacant plots of land waiting to be sold. One of these plots had been used as a dumping ground for the builders and there was a huge mountain of sand, rubble, and other rubbish in the middle. By the time we moved into this house, the rubble mountain was already sprouting little bushes and even some wildflowers. It looked quite pretty, and it was an attractive place for two little girls to play while their mother was fully absorbed by a difficult colicky baby.
I decided that we should have a clubhouse on the top of the mound where we could shelter during the hottest part of the day. My idea was that it would be a shady little room for us to sit in and play dolls. The clubhouse was constructed from broken bricks which I laid one on top of the other in the manner of a real builder. Dad had shown me how to make a strong structure with bricks by laying the second row over the joins in the first row. Of course, we didn’t have any cement, but the structure did hold together. I found a sheet of corrugated iron for the roof. It didn’t turn out to be the shady sanctuary of my imagination as it was extremely hot and stuffy inside, but we still do go into it during the mornings and late afternoons when the temperatures had dropped a bit. The house brought us a lot of pleasure and we had broken pieces of cups and plates and other bits and pieces of crockery we’d scavenged from the mound.
One day, I had the bright idea that we should slide down the mound on pieces of cardboard. This was fabulous fun until I cut my leg badly on an exposed piece of glass. I had to have the wound cleaned and dressed and Mom found out about the clubhouse on the rubbish mound. Naturally, we were banned from any further games involving climbing the rubbish mount which stopped this game in its tracks. It was a lovely few months while we had access to it.
Mom busy with baby
older children seek out fun
climbing rubbish mound
paradise of broken junk
repurposed for home decor
Flower Hour
Terri’s new Flower Hour challenge is up for this week. You can join in here: https://secondwindleisure.com/2025/10/14/the-flower-hour-maple-leaves/
The day lilies are out:



The azaleas are also in flower:


You had me in cringe mode through your whole story! I just knew someone was going to get hurt! Fortunate it could be remedied by mom!
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The things we did as kids. Thanks for sharing that memory/story! Beautiful flower pictures.
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paradise of broken junk followed by lovely florals… winner/winner
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I love the flower photos and rubbish hut story Robbie. 😊
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Thank you, Brad. It’s funny how these memories surface in response to a word.
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Indeed. I’m amazed at how much detail you remember from your childhood.
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We did so many things without thinking as kids. Really enjoyed your memories. Love the combination of the two prompts. Fabulous photos too.
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I think it was better then. Kids had freedom to grow and develop. Life is so limited for kids now.
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What kid can resist a big ole pile of dirt?!
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Nowadays, it would be fenced off. Children are overprotected.
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And helicopter parents are no fun to deal with, in an educational setting in particular.
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I only know helicopter parents or completely neglectful parents. There is no middle line any more.
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What a shame.
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We were so fearless as kids.
Thank you for sharing the memories Robbie and your beautiful photogtaphs
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We had great childhoods 💖
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Another great childhood story, Robbie! Kids can be so imaginative and fearless. 🙂 And it doesn’t always end well. 😦
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Thanks, Dave. It doesn’t always end well, that is true, but I think my childhood was much better than my sons. I did my best to give them adventures in our large garden but it wasn’t the same.
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True, Robbie, that childhood was often more adventuresome decades ago — partly because there was more undeveloped space in nature back then.
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Yes, that is right. Traffic and crime are a problem now.
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You building a club house on that rubbish mound is amazing, Robbie, and the poem describes the situation remarkably. The flower pictures are beautiful.
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Thanks, Tim. We had a lot of freedom and opportunities to do this sort of thing.
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I love your story. My cousins and I mined out a ditch bank and made a cave to play in. It’s a miracle we didn’t cave it in on ourselves.
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That sounds great. I would have done that if I’d thought of it 😁
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We too did all kinds of things that would have been forbidden had my mother known. I don’t think children today have that kind of freedom. (K)
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Hi Kerfe, modern children have no freedom to learn through trail and error. Perhaps this is why they have to be shown everything and don’t know how to seek out answers for themselves.
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Yes both my daughters despair of their younger colleagues who refuse to ever take the initiative.
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World wide problem
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wonderful story of the tough love that good parents must do – lovely flowers too!
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Thanks, da-Al 🧡🙏
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Every winter I’d hear about some child being injured or worse when the snow fort they had dug out from a huge drift, had collapsed in on them.
Children get into all sorts of troubles naturally.
Nice flower shots Robbie.
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Hi Wayne, it’s how children learn to adult. Children not playing these sorts of games is showing itself as being decremented. The flowers are wonderful 💖
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I’ve found through the years that parents are being more protective.
The kids today would never be able to get away with what we did as children.
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No, you are right. There are some good reasons to beware now like crime, traffic and on-line predators but we’ve gone to far and our children can’t do life any more.
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agreed, the pendulum has swung
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That’s a story many of us can relate to, Robbie. And it looks like you’re in full bloom already! Here roses and daylilies take until midsummer to bloom.
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Hi Audrey, your summer is much shorter than ours. Our peach tree comes into blossom just after mid winter.
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I suppose relative distance from the equator and north or south pole has an effect, plus ocean currents and so on.
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Yes, of course it does. I’m glad we have 9 months of summer and only 3 of winter.
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Your childhood memory reminded me of some of mine, with my sister and friends.. always finding the strangest or loveliest places and ways to play or make house, oh my… 🙂 I have never seen magenta lilies, so elegant! Very interesting too, how a color or hue even can change the way a well-known flower looks and feels, its petals, texture, even shape… I find that extraordinary! Thank you, Robbie, for such a lovely post to enjoy! 😊
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Hi Nicole, I am pleased you enjoyed this post. We had a lot more freedom as children than modern kids. I like the magenta lilies very much. A lot more will bloom soon.
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That was a fun childhood memory / story that combined club and shade nicely. Too bad it lasted only a few months, but maybe it was for the best, for the safest. I am sorry you got hurt. The flowers are beautiful.
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Hi Thomas, on the whole I was quite lucky as a kid. I didn’t get hurt often and I was a real tom boy.
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That is interesting. You must have had a lot of fun but I am glad you din’t get hurt worse.
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We did have fun.
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That sounds my childhood, Robbie always exploring and making camps etc out of what we could find…Pretty flowers , day lilies come in such lovely colours.
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Hi Carol, I do like day lilies. We had great childhoods 💛
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As children, we find imagination anywhere.
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Yes, that is true.
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👩❤️👩
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What an adventurous child you were. 🫶🏼😍
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I was very imaginative and I picked up ideas from books.
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Yes, it shows in your writing too.
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I’m glad you think so, Sadje
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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I’m enjoying your childhood memories, Robbie. I don’t ever remember playing atop a rubbish pile, but we did love to squish barefoot in mud and sometimes flooded our backyard with the hose. My sister and I were saying we’d be so grossed-out now. 😂
Beautiful flower photos! We have lots of daylillies.
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Hi Merril, we also played in mud and with clay. We made use of whatever was available at the time.
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😊
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Aha, bad things to do being a kid. Fun often, but also badly hurt… not so good.
Great story and gorgeous flowers, very impressed!
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Thank you, Chris. Childhood games sometimes went wrong.
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Absolutely devouring your springtime photos, Robbie! I may get spring fever in autumn, thanks to you. ❤️
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Hi Dora, it’s lovely to see you. The flowers are amazing this year. We have early rain and my gardens like a tropical paradise 🥰🌹
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As the leaves fall, pretty though their colours may be, the dark is quickly setting in. Grey abounds, and it is such a joy to see your splendid flowers, Robbie.
OMG! Love the story and poem. A rubbish heap with a fort on top is like a dream come true for a kid. I would have loved it. Thank you so much for that wonderful tale!
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Hi Resa, we had a marvelous time as kids. Lots of freedom as mom was busy with the babies and didn’t really know what we got up to – smile! I am loving the flowers although they give me hay fever.
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I love the story of your brick laying to create a play place. You were the ingenious one. Robbie, your flowers are gorgeous!
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Thank you, Jennie 🧡
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You’re welcome, Robbie.
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