No mobile phone.
Not even a house phone
Out of bed dressed and rushing out to play.
Leaving house early morning.
Playing around the estate all day.
Didn’t go home if it rained
Sat in bus stop or under the slide in the park.
Pinched turnips from the farmers field to eat.
Trapsing home rotten dirty in the dark.
Building dens, camps and climbing trees.
Riding on bikes giving backies and grazing our knees.
Staying at my mates house she had a massive cat that made me sneeze
Playing kerby in the street with a football we had found.
Hiding from my drunken Dad
In school always being the class clown
Jumping on the milk float
Hiding out in the church hall.
Sharing sherbet dips
And sweets from the half penny tray.
Camping out in crank cavern caves
Star gazing building dens in tall stacks of hay
Building dams in woodland streams at the Dam across the way
telling ghost stories and lighting fires
Sharing bags of chips
Making rope swings sitting in old car tyres
Wagging school and breaking rules
Just council estate scallywag we were never in the cool
Fresh air good fun
Good times we made we didn’t buy
Our childhood was free making memories the sun