Memories of shopping with my parents, Jack and Ellen, when I was 9 years old is always a pleasant thought, although it was not all pleasant, when it was raining the water off the canvas covers would drip down your neck, and if it was windy it would blow the canvas up and you got more than you had bargained for (ah, the good old days. It was not all doom and gloom though, there was always the Easter fair, although at my age I only got to have a go on the little wheel, but little did they know, when I was playing out I was spending my hard earned errand money on the big wheel,helter skelter and waltzer. The freedom I had as a child will always be remembered when I see a picture of the clock at Blackburn market...
A memory shared byon Jan 8th, 2010.
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