This Was My Playground!

A Memory of Gravesend.

I remember the passenger ferry terminal well during the late 1940's. I lived with my family in Wakefield Street which was a ten minute walk away with my little legs - I was 4 or 5 at the time! We had so much freedom in those days. I was a proper street urchin and loved it, every day was an adventure! I would play in the mud underneath the terminal with friends from school. My older brother would dive from the roof into the river. The summers seemed warmer back then. There were plenty of bomb damaged buildings along West Street and so we would play in those too! My other brother ran the 3 Daws pub in the 60s.