RE: OUR MEMORIES OF GROWING UP - 2

And when there were no crab apples I left tied string between the ends of the stick and pulled it into a curve, cut some shorter pointed sticks and had a bow and arrows.

School holidays spent in handsworth park on our bikes ,no cycling allowed after 9 00 am,we thought it didnt apply to us till the parkie saw us but we could out run him.Another time i bought 5 woodbines for old threepence.my dad caught me smoking in the coal house, took me in the house made me smoke the lot one after the other, it was years before i smoked again.Happy days though

My sister caught her son with 20 fags under his pillow when he was around 15. She made him smoke the lot one after the other to teach him a lesson.
She found out a couple of weeks later they didn't belong to him, he was hiding them for his mate. He smoked forever after that day.

I have told people this before, but probably not on this forum. When I was a small boy, my mother smoked, and like boys will, I kept saying "can I try it". I don't remember it very clearly, but gather that she gave me one and made me smoke all of it. I went bright green, so to speak and never ever wanted to smoke again

Quote: Sheldonboy wrote in post #13

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Something I have done many times in the 1960s was train spotting on Snow Hill station. Although Saturdays was reasonably quiet it was such a great place. The blue pullman used to come in from the Wolverhampton end. The express trains came in pulled by the sleek western diesels.
Then we would buy a fruit pie in a box, they were really nice. The steam engines were of course still running and we were allowed on the footplate by some drivers. I even had bacon sarnies cooked on the shovel. As a kid times like that should last forever.

smashing memories SB..fancy having bacon sarnies cooked on the footplates...fantastic

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