Shortwaves
A long time ago my father took me for a ride on his motorbike. You can see a picture of one like it at the right! We went to Blackpool. There we had a long rest on the beach. I looked out over the water and saw waves. All kind of waves. Big waves. Small waves. Wide waves. shallow waves. and then... I saw it:
SHORTWAVES
and from that day on I was addicted to them!
The story continues...
A few days later I went to my grandfather's house. I told him the whole story he said to me: "well young fella, now it is time to reveal a secret to you!"
I thought i may be upset, at what he would tell or show me...
He took me upstairs and into a room,i had never been in before ! HIS SHACK! it was !AMAZING!,a sight i shall never forget.
Home ... only home again
That experience shocked me so much that i rode my bike home like the wind, On the way I was thinking: "What dark secrets do the others in my family bear?"
When i arrived home only my elderly aunt was there, i told here of my experiences at my grandfather's. She said: "Young man, I must tell you something." Oh no, not again i thought. But she told me the whole story.
The Dark Secret
She said: "As you know there is a secret room in your grandfather's house. Well, all our family have this special gene. At night, when the others set to rest, we get up, sit in front of magical boxes, from which voices drop into the silence. We sit there until dawn breaks. That is why we sometimes are too tired to go for a walk with the dog."
Now, I knew that this will be the fate of all my remaining days !! Shortwave listening !!...so said aunt Magnolia!