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dozy:
We’re all young once I remember standing at the top of our road chucking stones at cars, dad got wind of what I was up too and my feet didn’t touch the floor until I got home , then mum set about meMy best mates parents kept hens. We used to collect the eggs and throw them at cars on the main road.
for me it was apples…we would spend hours commando style crawling gardens nickeing them even though we knew they would be as hard as golf balls…tuck in your jumper…run out looking like ciryl smith in a playground and after the adrenalin wore off,there was nothing else for it than to go up on a railway bridge abouve a road,or hide in trees,then bombard the buses… 