I've memories of my childhood locked in the embrace And warmth within the confines of the mind's subconscious space ~ But one thing standing out to me though I cannot recall A phrase that seemed illogical still does to one and all.
I cannot begin to spell it for I would not know how I can only sound it out to you something like "wee-ow-go" ~ For everytime we passed by a red phone box in the street I'd call out "Wee-ow-go box" and clap my hands with glee! I'm sure my parents chuckled when they saw me happily Pointing at the little box that brought such joy to me ~ My earnest exclamations the phone box seemed to bring Perhaps within my little heart I somehow heard it ring!
I chuckle now just thinking of that silly little name Christening every red phone booth a "wee-ow-go" just the same ~ Don't ask me where it came from for we have no idea Just why it was "wee-ow-go" box has never been quite clear. But all that was so long ago some thirty years have passed And though I don't recall the phrase the memory somehow lasts ~ The joyful recollection of all that does remain That draws me to the telephone, I guess some things never change.
Then through the years those red booths became a memory Replaced by cold bleak metal frames that brought no cheer to me ~ Though I still get a tingling when a red booth passes by For in my heart the "wee-ow-go" box for me had never died.
Note from Christina: "For some insane reason beyond mine or my parent's knowledge to this day, I had always called red phone boxes "wee-ow-go" boxes! I don't even know how to spell the non-existent word....just to spell it out as it sounds. Children always have special names for special things when they are toddlers, and I guess this is no different. And though I don't recall the instances with any great clarity, my parents reiterated the story to me when I was older and it has remained with me ever since. A loving happy childhood memory." - Christina
