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<blockquote data-quote="BGonaSTICK" data-source="post: 71108" data-attributes="member: 176912"><p>Never-ending bike rides round the dump, coming home an hour late and getting a clout round the ear from your dad, blowing your whole weeks pocket money on a huge bottle or Corona fizzy orange and chocolate tools, stinking of something burnt, depending on what you'd set fire to that afternoon, lungs still heaving from running from the fireman, building your own bikes from stuff people had thrown out, throwing up after smoking the Embassy you stole from your mates dad, punching your best mate on the nose, and being best mates again ten minutes later, making lethal bows and arrows and catapults, scrumping apples and cherries and anything else edible, having food-fights round the back of the supermarket where they chuck all the spoilt food out, putting half-a-crown on the railway line and seeing how flat it came out, hunting for slow-worms and crested newts, fishing and swimming at the dis-used brickworks, collecting newspapers for the cubs, damming the local stream, flying paper aeroplanes off the local block of flats, building huge underground camps, stealing the lead off the church roof and selling it to the local scrap dealer so you could do it all again next week.</p><p></p><p>What a shame my kids won't get to do all of those things.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="BGonaSTICK, post: 71108, member: 176912"] Never-ending bike rides round the dump, coming home an hour late and getting a clout round the ear from your dad, blowing your whole weeks pocket money on a huge bottle or Corona fizzy orange and chocolate tools, stinking of something burnt, depending on what you'd set fire to that afternoon, lungs still heaving from running from the fireman, building your own bikes from stuff people had thrown out, throwing up after smoking the Embassy you stole from your mates dad, punching your best mate on the nose, and being best mates again ten minutes later, making lethal bows and arrows and catapults, scrumping apples and cherries and anything else edible, having food-fights round the back of the supermarket where they chuck all the spoilt food out, putting half-a-crown on the railway line and seeing how flat it came out, hunting for slow-worms and crested newts, fishing and swimming at the dis-used brickworks, collecting newspapers for the cubs, damming the local stream, flying paper aeroplanes off the local block of flats, building huge underground camps, stealing the lead off the church roof and selling it to the local scrap dealer so you could do it all again next week. What a shame my kids won't get to do all of those things. [/QUOTE]
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