I was up in visiting my mom, stepfather and Sandbaai last week.
My mom reminded me of something I had completely forgotten about.
Years ago, I was in Standard 5, and I entered a writing competition. I was 11 in Standard 5 – I turned 5 in Sub A, talk about having delayed puberty against my peers. Geez.
I think the competition was run in a local newspaper, or The Argus, but I don’t really remember the details.
Basically I wrote about the fact that I did chores, and I loved my mom or something of that ilk. I was 11, what did I know to write about?
The important detail is I won. The sponsor was Dairybelle. I received R300.00 or R500.00 in milk coupons – those plastic round disks that you used to exchange for Orange Juice or a Milk bottle.
Does anyone remember those plastic disks? When I was younger milk or orange juice was delivered to your house in the morning in a glass bottle. When you finished the juice/milk, you would put the bottle outside your front door, with a plastic disk in the bottle.
If the disk was white, the milk/juice man would leave a new bottle of milk, and if the disk was orange, he would leave an orange juice. Fresh pulpy orange juice. And you would reach out and pick up your bottles, outside your front door, and have them fresh for breakfast (or the milk was off if you got there late and it had stood in the morning sun).
Can you imagine fresh orange juice or milk outside your door – NOW – that no one steals?! What an idea.
So there I was with a shit load of coupons, and I did not drink orange juice or milk – what is a girl to do?
My mom knew a guy, and that guy did drink orange juice and milk. He was kind enough to take the disks off my hands, and give me the cash. Back then R300.00 or R500.00 was a shit load of money.
I used the money (because now I was rolling in it) and I bought contact lenses!
I wore glasses than were as thick as the base of a 1.5 litre coke bottle. I am like a minus 8 in one eye and a minus 8.4 in the other. How blind is that you ask? Get a labrador and a white stick blind – I am pretty blind.
I had been extremely self conscious about my glasses, and the opportunity to get contact lenses before I went to Standard Six was such a godsend.
Of course with contact lenses, one must get a cool hair cut which included short hair, a kuif (fringe) and a perm!! All so bad, so very bad. What ever my lenses redeemed, my near hair do shot out of the park.
Rocked 1985 like a rock star!!!!
The entire point of this post was to reminisce on my winning a writing competition as a child, which I had totally forgotten about and my mom had reminded me about this last weekend. Also on milk/orange juice disks.