Pirate ships or castles
As youngsters in the mid to late 1950s, my friends and I spent many a happy hour playing in the graveyards of St Nicholas Church. The large cavernous ones became our pirate ships or our castles, the smaller ones were great for playing hide and seek. In inclement weather we could climb inside some of the fancier ones and wait out the rain. On my own at times, I would lie on the flat stones and try to imagine the lives of the people laid within, who were they, how had they succumbed to their final rest?
An air of freedom
In summertime, the quieter park on the other side of the road was nice to walk through, to see and smell the snapdragons and other flowers and again, the entire park became our playground. Were we irreverent? I do not think so; I would like to think the spirits of those interned were happy to provide us with a safe haven in which to let our own spirits free. Personally I have never felt the same air of freedom we experienced then. We never had to worry much about stranger danger, there were just too many of us, all watching out for the rest.
Do you remember?
Can you remember that sense of freedom as a kid? Where was your favourite place to play?Please share your memories with us by posting a comment below.