Childhood.

A Memory of Kidlington.

I spent all my childhood in Kidlington, from nought to twenty-five years, when parents moved to Woodstock. We swam at the Whyte bridge even though we could not swim. We went to the clinic at the forester's hall to get weighted, and see a Doctor, to buy national dried milk, cod liver oil and orange juice, the Mum's chatted and drank tea, we ate small current buns while they talked. Our polio vaccinations were administered there. The High Street is unrecognisable now, everyone went to the Sterling cinema, there were several different films each week. Plus a children's showing.