Big Jim Wright tells a story of his growing up years, and gives a pointer to another great story of childhood memories.
Wasn’t that a nice post? Now you’re back I’ll tell you that my growing up days were eerily similar to Caz’s. Thousands of miles and a year or two apart, yet quite alike.
Summers, out of school, and free, free, free! I think I’ve told you I had three brothers and a sister. I, and my brothers Tony and Michael, were all born a year(ish) apart so naturally we were thick as thieves and always up to some mischief. Honestly, I don’t know how Mother survived. We were up at the “crap of dawn” to bolt down something for breakfast and then out the back door like a shot!
There were caves to explore, trees to…
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