Thinking back to a time when I was a child
Of maybe eight, nine or ten,
And we would play hide and seek there
Then when found, start all over again.
It was a proper road to play in
Where cars were slow and few,
And if you didn't know the driver
They would always definitely know you!
My parents owned the General Store
On the corner of My Street,
Selling it all from a pin to an elephant
To make any visit complete.
Our neighbours were so lovely
Known to us as Auntie and Uncle in this day,
Where help and understanding was no more
Than a knock on the wall away!
Games for us were simple
Just a piece of chalk and a brick to play,
A gentle game of hopscotch
Before the rain fell and washed it away.
Then on moving house in nineteen seventy seven
Came a totally different place,
With no business ties to restrict anymore
And we had loads of garden space.
The first thing that I really remember
Was that this particular year,
Brought Silver Jubilee Celebrations
For our Queen who we love so dear,
We all received an invitation
To join the street party no less,
With bunting hung from lampposts
And triangular sandwiches of mustard and cress.
Balloons, cake and fizzy drinks
Ice Cream, Crisps and music to share,
Showing a cause of celebration
With happiness spread everywhere.
There were pristine white net curtains
Hanging at windows regularly cleaned,
Floors were moped and streets were swept,
And your doorstep almost gleamed!
It was a place that had security
Where we could laugh or shed a tear,
Somewhere to find companionship
Everyday throughout the year.