Some more of my beloved Childhood characters!

Being stuck at home gives me little chance to gather inspiration for this blog, so if I am a little lazy over the next few days, do forgive me.  Perhaps people like seeing pictures I drew when I was very small better than my other material; if so please tell me! In fact, let me take this opportunity to thank everyone for reading so far, and please do tell me if there’s a post you particularly do or don’t like as it’ll help me make it more entertaining.

Anyway, you may remember that I mentioned Hassy Dombed in a previous post, who had her insides scrambled by something and died.  In fact, I had this mixed up; THIS is Hassy Dombed:

Hassy Dombed grows taller 'til she dies she is dead.  And THIS is the girl who got her insides scrambled:

Clare doesn't want Jayne to die but Jayne does die.  I was truly obsessed with death as a child.  Here is my take on Romeo and Juliet:

What I enjoy most about this is how happy they both look in the accompanying picture, despite being about to die.

Another common theme of my childhood pictures is things that I remember being frightened about.  I was obviously frightened of murderers going by this:

When I used to visit my auntie in London I slept in a bed that had an ironing board at the end of it.  I remember that the board had these really long ears and in the dark it looked kind of scary.  In fact, I would lie awake all night worrying that this ironing board was going to grow huge and jump on me and kill me.  I then began to fixate on the light bulb that seemed to be hanging very precariously from the fitting on the ceiling.  I decided that the bulb was going to drop and kill me as well. 

Whenever I was scared of something as a child I used to draw pictures of it to make me less scared.  This whole incident with the ironing board inspired me to create one of my most popular characters, ‘Mouse-Out.’ I have no idea why he was a mouse or what he may have been attempting to get out of, but here he is: (I imagine that I dictated to my mum what to write as my writing wouldn’t have been that good when I was about 4.  It amuses me more to imagine that I just drew the pictures and my mum would have had to imagine what on earth was going on, which is rarely clear!)

However, I didn’t stop here; Mouse-Out went on to have more adventures.  I can’t decide whether I find it very sweet or very sad that Mouse Out got a toothbrush and toothpaste for his birthday: 

And, of course, let's not forget the incredible Outsighn and Detour; if you haven't heard of them and all their wacky adventures, you haven't lived.