Sparked by a question on another thread… what can you recall…
I remember a time when children could go out to play in the streets with their pals … on the common… on the beach… wherever. The older ones looking after the younger ones. All of us dashing about out until hungry then back home for lunch/tea… no electronic gadgets, just fresh air and imagination…
I remember a time when money was scarce and what grew in the garden was what we eat… fruit, veg, eggs, chickens… neighbours working together to feed their families… everyone sharing…
I remember codliver oil… yuk, the fishy ghastliness of it… a spoonful every day… aaaargh… then a spoonful of thick orange juice which was supposed to take away the taste but never quite succeeded.
Now I read about children not getting enough to eat… the streets being unsafe… violence and heaven knows what…
No doubt there were nasty happenings during my childhood… I remember one time we were all told, firmly, never to put a cord, rope or anything round our necks… never to play games about hanging… which tells me something bad had happened… to someone.
We were told never to speak to strangers… and if we felt threatened … to say… “my Dad’s a policeman!” and run like xxxxx