Those Were The Days

I was born on the Garn in 1961 and shared very many happy days. You didn't worry about locking your door or strangers because everyone knew everyone. My memories were:- sliding down the policeman's hill (as it was known then) when snow was snow, from top to bottom, knock out ginger, devil up the drain pipe on Halloween (naughty), fireworks especially jackijumpers, pictures on a Saturday morning cost 6d, (it's a shame it had to be knocked down), scrunchies from the chip shop, FREE, carnivals on the football field, the youth club over St John's Church hall, and the old lollypop stick when you needed to see the doctor who actually knew you by name. And they say time are better, questionable I think! There is nothing in your local areas no more, you now have to travel everywhere at a cost, walking distance was always always a build up to the fun, parents always knew where you were going and what time you would have to be back.