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I could tell you a few stories about my childhood,
Times when TV was a novelty, and we had to make our own fun.
Getting up on a freezing cold morning
To porridge and toast for breakfast,
Then walk the three miles to school.
No computer games, but we could
Throw a small ball against a wall,
And bounce it behind the tape to score.
Hopscotch, skipping ropes and cardboard boxes as a sled
Down grassy or snowy banks,
Building snowmen with carrot noses and black eyes of coal.
Scrabbling through a narrow gap in the hedge
Coming out the other side with grimy hands
And dirty clothes, but the best pinched apples.
Times when your Mom would hold you close
When you’re cold or frightened,
Lead the way through the dark after the candle burned out,
Making sure you want for nothing.
We never went without the important things.