Growing Up

I remember the long hot nights when we would all play football down the park till it got dark, the shops on the main street when you could buy any kind of sweets (or nick them if you were skint he,he), the bridge that divided the two halfs of Salsburgh, the club we used to watch our parents in on a Saturday night, thinking it would be great to be in there, and the gala day when if you didn't walk in the parade you never got a bag.