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Oh shut up please, the memories aren’t always good ones when you start to reflect. I remember coming down stairs one night and catching my mum struggling to finish off a restored three wheeler that had seen better days. She was so upset that I had seen it in the state it was in. I got a slap for coming down and sent back to bed, I could hear her crying for the next hour, I heard my dad coming from work and work started again and went on until the early hours of Christmas morning. The next day I pulled away the paper to find a gleaming Corporation Red painted bike, they had worked so hard to get it ready for me and you could smell that the paint had yet to go off. “It was the same red colour that Accrington Corporation used on the buses”. I was so proud of it, yet so hurt when my so called mates took the **** out of my second hand bike….. The good old days? Pollock’s, they where riddled with regrets, disappointment and hardship. I wish I could go back there and change so much. But the people we where then, are not people we are now. There’s a life time of change between us and not always for the better………..
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I didn’t get a Brand New Bike until I was 22 years old
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I found a wheelchair at the tip, painted it beige with black spots, and got my friend big Shirley, to push me up and down the lane.:) |
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Fancy letting me having a push then? :D :D :D
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wonder if big shirley is a member? if so the poor lass has probably topped herself,lol
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