I grew up in the 1980's and the similarities with your early childhood experiences at a Church of England school; of being in gangs and clubs with hidden dens and rituals, is striking. I supposed I should not be surprised as small boys have probably played the same types of games and inhabited similar magical worlds since ancient times. Nevertheless, the stories and observations resonate sweetly with a twang of nostalgia. I have often spend much of my adult life wishing I could return to those precious care free years, in which a disused shopping trolley caught amidst a bramble bush could be a 'look-out post' on alien territories and hostile lands; in which a collection of card board boxes and crudely soldered circuit boards from an old T.V was an A.I robot that would soon come to life once our building work was done, and in which my bird man feather suit, painstakingly made over many long weekends and stolen hours, could actually let me fly like in my dreams over the school playground and surrounding fields.Lovely writing Bruce - made me laugh and smile in turns. I look forward to the next instalment.
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