Hanging Out

I remember taking my friend's dog Tiny for long walks in the park, down Crofts Path and up again, going to the Willegar at the back of the dam with my net and jar catching sticklebacks only to be told to take them back by my dad. And going in the graveyard hopeing there were some fresh flowers so I could pinch the ribbons off them for my doll's hair, sneaking round the old empty vicarage hoping not to get caught - I did a couple of times. And eating my jam sandwiches on the swings before going on another adventure. I was out all day long but you dare not let kids out of your sight thease days. They were the good old days and I was only 8. I was called Jackie Taylor then.