Bad Memories
A Memory of Stanhope.
I was that place, nothing but bad memories.
I am now 62 and never foget that place, I remember when I was about eight or nine we were made to go a long run and one of the lads said he did not feel well, but he was made to do it. When he got back he went to see the matron and an ambulance was called, he sadly died (polio), I have never forgotten the bastard who made him run.
I was made to work in the gardens across the road, that is when I ran away.
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