Growing Up

A Memory of Leighton Buzzard.

First real memories of Leighton Buzzard was being ‘put down’ for my afternoon nap as a child of about 5, and listening to the Church bells just the over the road.
Another memory must be an early one as I remember the Stock market with all the sheep etc in the yard behind the High Street Pub, and the High Street itself full to bursting with market stalls and people.
Another memory is of my Tricycle, riding it down the slope into the Recreation Ground, I have a photo of me on my Trike and mum walking behind!
Yet another is riding my pony up the High Street to take part in the Carnival.

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