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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2016 21:25:28 GMT
I remember when I was about 8 in 1976, where we used to live was a near a big playing fields and at the Back were more fields and hills and between the hills They were dirt tracks, at different Sides of the hills which all- eventually lead to this, one big quarry! Similar to the episode Pay off ' in the Sweeney but obviously more of a quarry in the middle!.. It must of been at least 2 or 3 mile from my house! The quarry was huge, there was a shooting range there and me and my my mates used to dig in the soil and pick out all the used lead bullets! Until we filled one of the big ness cafe tins up full of lead! We then would weigh it in at the local scrap yard for pocket money and buy midget gems from the big glass jars at the corner shop. Sometimes before we weighed it in we would make a mini bonfire, and for the fun of it! Melt it down into a big block! No idea why we did this lol!...Thinking about it now, it just shows how's things have changed! I would never let my 8 yr old wander and play in disused quarry's for hours on end! Quite far from home...
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Post by Joe Soda on Dec 15, 2016 10:06:18 GMT
If i wasn't playing sport i'd be on my bike somewhere near by as i had a blue metal place across the road so many adventures in there.
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Post by Arthur Pringle on Dec 15, 2016 19:26:46 GMT
Something I remember doing more than once was making a 'tent' by laying a bed sheet over a couple of chairs & securing the sheet in place with books.
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Post by Gene Hunt on Dec 15, 2016 19:28:09 GMT
Something I remember doing more than once was making a 'tent' by laying a bed sheet over a couple of chairs & securing the sheet in place with books. I am a bit of a tent maker Gene Genie.
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Post by John Steed on Dec 15, 2016 23:09:32 GMT
Something I remember doing more than once was making a 'tent' by laying a bed sheet over a couple of chairs & securing the sheet in place with books. I am a bit of a tent maker Gene Genie. Is that when you get cramp and have to bend your leg? Steed
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Post by Brown Cortina on Dec 16, 2016 18:21:56 GMT
Where I lived when I grew up was right on the edge of town, near green belt land and it went for miles. I consider myself lucky for living there and have fond memories of the area. It went pear shaped after my parents split in 86 then we finally moved away in 87 sadly but that's another story. There were various places we would hang around, as I remember there were sometimes a great crowd of kids in the street, nowadays it's your worst nightmare. If we were in the street we used to play a game called Lurkey. One person is "on" and is at base, usually a lamppost and has to cover their eyes and count to 10 (or something) while the rest go and hide. When all were hidden the person "on" would have to search and find the ones hiding. Everyone had to try and make their way back to the lamppost without being caught by the person on who would either have to grab someone or just make contact so the person caught is "on" the next time. If nobody got caught they would be on again. I think the correct name for that game was Lurkey but we changed it slightly to Lurkey Tick which I think came from a game called Tick. It just made it a bit more interesting. I enjoyed that game but didn't like being on much. There were woods nearby that we used to go on bikes and make BMX tracks and there were various places around that we had names for, The tree house, The lighthouse, The tank which was in the woods, Basically exposed tree roots you could climb through and sit there as though you were in a tank There were probably others ! There were some other woods near to a school and the kids over that way were a bit Hostile. We always seemed to get chased out of the woods whenever we went in there. It became a bit of a joke between us, one of us would say "Kids" Then everyone one would say in a panic "where, where" but most of the time it wasn't a joke there were kids after us. There were always good rope swings in there and you could swing over ridiculous drops. One I remember is you swung out over a sort of basin in the ground and up into some trees on the other side and you could grab a branch near the top of the tree and hang there. It seemed miles up back then and probably was. All stuff you wouldn't dream of doing now. I always liked a good rope swing. We used to go on bike rides too, Used to cycle for miles. It seemed great back then and I never seemed to get worn out cycling. We also used to make jumps and see who could go the furthest by drawing lines in the sand. The lane, which was next to our estate was Sand rather than dirt, it was known for Sand in the area. I can still see the Lane surface, Sandy with large stones embedded in it. It was a bit rough for cycling on. We did have a bash at building a Tree house once too, there were fields that our estate backed on to and there were some huge trees on the edge of the fields. It didn't last long as some other kids came along and smashed it up for us. Things like that happened a lot. Also, Tree climbing was another favourite, We used to get right to the top of those tall trees in that field, Thinking back it was highly dangerous but we thought nothing of it. The Treehouse was another we climbed regularly, It didn't have a Treehouse in it we just called it that for some reason but we could scale that one in seconds we knew it that well. We would climb up it and just sit there talking to each other. There were loads of places we used to go but nothing I would consider really dangerous. There was a sand quarry a few miles away, Mostly motorbikes used it but we had a bash on cycles around it, we didn't have Motorbikes but they were seen in the area quite regularly. I remember we were all in the street once and a chap came up the lane, which was next to our estate, on a dirt bike, a big bike and he rode it through the bushes in to our estate and lay his bike down behind the bushes and hid from the Police who were chasing him. He hung around for a while as the Police car went by then got back on it and rode off the other way. We thought that was great ! As many have said on here, we were out for hours on end and going miles away and nobody worried, As long as you were back for Tea. Good times. Some great stories here on this thread.
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Post by Bojan Scores on Aug 15, 2017 16:22:08 GMT
My area when I was a kid was partially condemned for slum clearance. So me and my mates would spend time exploring the old terrace houses and pubs. One pub had a giant safe in it which we'd tried to 'crack' by putting our ear against whilst we'd turn the dial. Another daft idea, was collecting all the GPO phones left in the houses and trying to sell them on a street corner. Guffawing grown ups politely declined, before a mark 2 Escort panda car rolled up and we all scarpered. We also found a giant tractor tyre and two of us fitted in the inside and were happily rolled downhill on a busy road! I was a bit of a den maker too, and loved making tree houses (insanely dangerous). The tree houses remains are still visible 37 years plus onwards! The swathes of waste land were great for finding old corona bottles and returning them for the deposit money, embassy cigarette tokens from discarded packets were also sought after. I'm always reminded of those days when I see the street clearances on The Likely Lads film. We didn't have a pot to p*** in, but I wouldn't change those days for anything.
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Post by Gene Hunt on Aug 15, 2017 16:25:55 GMT
My area when I was a kid was partially condemned for slum clearance. So me and my mates would spend time exploring the old terrace houses and pubs. One pub had a giant safe in it which we'd tried to 'crack' by putting our ear against whilst we'd turn the dial. Another daft idea, was collecting all the GPO phones left in the houses and trying to sell them on a street corner. Guffawing grown ups politely declined, before a mark 2 Escort panda car rolled up and we all scarpered. We also found a giant tractor tyre and two of us fitted in the inside and were happily rolled downhill on a busy road! I was a bit of a den maker too, and loved making tree houses (insanely dangerous). The tree houses remains are still visible 37 years plus onwards! The swathes of waste land were great for finding old corona bottles and returning them for the deposit money, embassy cigarette tokens from discarded packets were also sought after. I'm always reminded of those days when I see the street clearances on The Likely Lads film. We didn't have a pot to p*** in, but I wouldn't change those days for anything. Every bit of that has brought back memories BS Gene.
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Post by DI Alex Drake on Apr 18, 2018 22:49:57 GMT
Great stories! I’m afraid I’m part of that generation that wasn’t allowed anywhere further than to pop to a corner shop for sweets or the very nearest play park whilst at friends houses and I grew up on a bungalow estate so no other kids for several streets (don’t get me wrong, I was quite happy with that set up!) but it meant a lot of time either on my own or with my parents rather than friends and, perhaps a gender thing, but when I went to friends’ houses we just stayed a the house or in the garden. So I’m very envious of your exciting, though admittedly slightly worrying, stories. I’ve got some good ones from my parents (born in the 50s) though which I’ll recount later. I don’t remember much before the 2000s started so :( firmly planted in the era where nothing and no one is safe and to be fair it does have an impact because I categorically won’t go anywhere alone without my phone “just in case”. Even if I found a functioning phone box I wouldn’t necessarily know how to use it . I wish I’d been born in about 1950. Modern life is crap
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Post by Cartman on Apr 19, 2018 11:55:33 GMT
Lets see...Radcliffe in the 1960s, it was an industrial town which, like many others in the North of England had loads of old terraced houses and factories. A few of the terraces were being knocked down at that time so that was an immediate and obvious playground! Once, on the way home from school, one lad in the group I was with tried to see if he could get a half brick through the only remaining unbroken window in one of the condemned houses and succeeded, we then ran off in case any official types turned up, but none did.
Behind where I lived was an engineering works which had dumped various bits of hefty looking scrap steel so they became another unofficial play area, as did the stream which went nearby, it was a feeder to the paper mill, from the reservoir, but I doubt if anything lived in it because it looked pretty polluted.
Old abandoned cars used to be another, a Morris Minor with no engine turned up on some waste ground, again on my way to junior school and was a bit of an attraction to us kids!
Incidentally, I used to walk the mile or so to junior school from the age of about 6, which kids now don't do!
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