Growing up in a small town in the Seventies meant we got to do lots of stuff which it’s hard to see my own city-dwelling children doing today. I think it’s worth writing these things down so they can complain about this when they’re older.
I mean things like…
- Building a den in a nearby park out of disused paving slabs and corrugated iron
- Riding a mile up the road on our bikes to have a packed lunch in the old oak
- Spending most of the summer holidays in a state of war with a gang of children round the corner. We made bows and arrows out of sticks, scornful of the story of The Boy Who Lost An Eye Like That.