Sawdust on the floor of our local Co-op shop.
Can't imagine that these days.

Remembering with such fondness,my two brothers making a go-cart
from orange boxes,whizzing down the hill,
the only brakes were their shoes.

Going to the park with my friends,and our dolls prams,
with a picnic of jam sandwiches and a bottle of water,which we used to fill up
from the park taps.Staying out all day.
Having to sit next to a girl at school who had nits,(Shame)
she had to have her head shaved,so she wore a woolly hat,tied underneath her chin.
She must have been hot,no wonder she had a red face.
Playing in the churchyard amongst the graves,playing cowboy and indians,
although I was a girl,I loved playing the boys games,you could tell I had two brothers.
Love this thread, and what lovely stories from other Rootschatters.
Bennett