Is it just me that looks back with nostalgia to his childhood and what seemed to be a happier time?
I remember winters of snow thar was measured in feet not inches and schools didn't shut down. We dug out garden paths and walkways and went to school.
I remember bonfire nights when we built bonfires as high as houses and they were a community event where everyone took part and we shared toffee and fizzy drinks and dads got a little drunk and mothers gossiped and knitted whilst sat on chairs destined to be burnt later.
We played out till it got dark and there was no fear and no one locked their doors during the day.
We fought and played and united against the next street kids and swam in local streams and rivers. We climbed trees and made bows and arrows and slingshots.
They were happier times. There were no hoodies and drugs and we were a lot more inocent.
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