I had a cousin lived near Goodison. We used to go to Stanley Park. They'd built a new playground in the early 60s with a metal maypole chain type contraption. On the opening day kids flying off in all directions. A real bloodbath. A paddling pool where the local bullies honed their waterboarding techniques. Those were the days.
Chubbier back then would be the likes of the Kardashians
I remember the state of that playground. It was designed for violenceI had a cousin lived near Goodison. We used to go to Stanley Park. They'd built a new playground in the early 60s with a metal maypole chain type contraption. On the opening day kids flying off in all directions. A real bloodbath. A paddling pool where the local bullies honed their waterboarding techniques. Those were the days.
The letter from your Mom asking the Shopkeeper to serve us 10 Park Drive.
Remember returning empty bottles to the Pop Man in his van, cream soda, dandelion & burdock etc.
Didn’t even need a letter getting my dad’s Capstan full strength and I was only 7.
I remember a lad opening his desk like that and finding that someone had pinned a dead rat on the inside of the lid with a compass.
I can remember being tasked with filling the ink Wells. You dare not spill a drop or you got beaten. I could barely lift the ink bottle
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