I miss the holiday journeys and constantly asking 'are we there yet?'
My Dad got so fed up with me and my sisters once he said yes we got out and he drove us and left us, we couldnt quite make out how you are supposed to have fum at this holiday place with just a rubbish bin and an old broken bench in view. AH the innocence of youth (or is that stupidity, i blame my sisters)
mmm black jacks and fruit salads!!
the thrill of being brave enough to actually knock on someones door then quickly scarper down the street and hide behind a car and wait for them to answer!!
god how awfull!!!
i was such an model child..... completely lead astray by the naughty kids on the estate!!
Karey you just brought back a memory for me, I spent such a lot of time in hospital (having operations on my ear) when I was a child that when the icecream van came round I used to fly into the house and HIDE!! I thought the icecream man's white coat meant he was a doctor.
lmao brummie jackie
with my speed ...... or lack of.... i wouldnt make to to the end of the path!!!!! let alone find somewhere to hide!!
i have to find alternate ways to get my kicks... ha ha!!
GREAT move BJs Dad (he he he!)
Black jacks all the way for me.......4 4 a penny,,cant remember how much in old money.....
Remember young boy though buying loads of sweets,,,,,lucky bug...,i thought he must have rich parents.....turned out he had 6pence woth of sweets but had 6d..(.2 1/2 p 4 benefit of the younger generation...) he was very when shop keeper wouldn't let him have them all..Bless...