Mark Lloyds dad
I’ll always remember Mark Lloyds dad. He was a big man and scary too. Nobody messed with him and I … Continue reading Mark Lloyds dad
Tag: remembering
off season
one more drag on the tab as it flickers and fades into the cool sea mist never to taste his … Continue reading off season
remembering the pop man
we played out on streets full of laughter and joy sun high in the sky playing games long forgotten tig, … Continue reading remembering the pop man
Exploring the Valley
The Valley becomes our playground, our home. We go down there everyday after school, at weekends, every spare minute we … Continue reading Exploring the Valley
making and losing new friends
Paul is my first friend on Holmewood. We play in the street and on the green, have fun. Paul moves … Continue reading making and losing new friends
11 – moving to Holmewood
We move again. Not far. To Holmewood council estate. It’s a big house with 3 bedrooms and gardens front and … Continue reading 11 – moving to Holmewood
the outside toilet
It’s a cold, dark January morning. Snow covers the roads and pavements, icicles hang from roofs, my breath is a … Continue reading the outside toilet
Moving to Leicester Street
We’ve moved over to the other side of Bradford, Leicester Street off Wakefield Road. I don’t know why we have … Continue reading Moving to Leicester Street
Running away
I’m at home. We’re having a party. It might have been because my brother is home on leave from the … Continue reading Running away
My first party
I’m at school, it’s my first time at school. It’s someone’s birthday. They’re having a party, I’ve been invited. I’m … Continue reading My first party
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