Playing with whipping tops in the street, dodging between the carts to collect t'horse muck for t'rhubarb patch, the tin bath by the fire, raising and slaughtering the family pig and playing with its inflated bladder in the back yard. I even remember the family receiving the telegram that young Uncle Fred had died of malaria in the Sudan with Kitchener. Half the family were taken by the spanish flu, the other half died of starvation during the 1920s, regular beatings from both parents, cleaning chimneys at the age of 5. Eeee, but they were happier times.