[DanaC]

In theory i asn't supposed to go beyon the street when i was 6...

In reality I spent a very large portion of my early childhood roaming the park up th road, or building dens in th 'chicky factory' which was a derelict old mill converted into a meat processing factory for a few years and then abandoned.

In the grounds there was a old air raid shelter. The kind that went underground. perfect den! And the collapsed bit of roof made a great secret doorway.

I was sort of part of th ever-changing, numbers shiftin, tribe of youngsters of varying ages who roamed about the place.


I recall on one of several occasions no doubt, trying to convince mum that I hadn't been to the chikcy factory, and failing on account of being completely covered in black dust.


[eta] often accompanied by Shep, the border collie cross who lived across the street from me, and whose owner used to let out before he left for work, and then shout in for tea when he got back. *shrugs* he was a dog. he needed his freedom. It was the 70s.