I remember when I first moved to Aveley, I was 7 years old. My nan lived in the prefabs and my mother, brother and myself moved in with her until they were demolished when I was eight years old. Then we moved into Hall Avenue, most of my friends lived all around me and we all started Love Lane School together although I was a year older than the other kids in my class.
We used to go to the youth club to see the Roosters who were a local band, and I must say I had a soft spot for the singer as he did for me as well but we never dated.
We wore our mini skirts and high heels (a bit like the TV programme Please Sir). I was sent home from school quite often by my teacher to get my nail varnish off.
I thought I would be glad to leave school, but if I had one wish now it would be to do it all again. Times were hard but quality of life was better and I am glad I was young then and not now.
The fun of going gleaning for potatos for your mother and scrumping for apples and what about the games we played in the road, hopscotch, skipping, and sorry got to say it, knock up ginger, not very nice now, but funny at the time, until I threw a stone and instead of hitting the door it went through a window, I soon legged it, haha. Oh yes, not many cars about then, couldn't play in the road now, how times have changed.
Ironic thing is I am now married to my childhood sweetheart who I met in Hall Avenue when I was eight years old and he was twelve, we married in 1998.
I moved out of Aveley in 2000 and now live in Benfleet, although I am always going back for visits. Seeing Karen Harman/Cultlers memories inspired me to write mine and she had fantastic birthday parties with great games, postmans knock, pass the parcel, hide and seek and blind mans buff.
Remembering the cafe, and the Ye Old Tuck Shop and post office run by Mrs Bridges makes me smile, that tuck shop was always full of kids on their way to the infants and junior school in the High Street.
All the doctors' names strangely started with the initial B. Boyed, Brown, Browning, Brookes (good old fashioned family doctors).
Thank God for Aveley and all my memories of the good and sad, but not bad times.
And thank God it was then and not now.
A memory shared byon Aug 22nd, 2008.
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