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Subject: the runaway pram
Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2001 14:16:42 +0100
For me nostalgia has three meanings-,
longing.yearning and memories,i prefer
the last without being wistful.
Age is catching up with me so sometimes
the Keyboard does not react to my
instructions,please bear with me.
I hope my story is of interest.
From the age of 9to14yrs,i liked to spend
one Day during the August Holidays
hiking to Matlock,a beauty spot 9miles
from where i lived, Chesterfield,a younger Sister and Brother walking with
In those days there was little fear of
being accosted,we never were!.
This paticular day,a 4yrs old Sister
wanted to come with us,she would never
walk that distance,so the pram we had
came in useful.Off we went.
Now ,on that 9 mile hike we had to negotiate a very steep hill and i mean
All went well, we had an enjoyable day,
not a penny in our Pockets,no matter.
On the return journey ,we reached the top of Slack Hill and began our descent.
During those days saving spent Bus tickets was a craze.
This brings me to the craziest part of my
I let go of the pram to pick up two Bus
tickets, 0ne second, the pram was off and
my Sister smiling and waving her hands,
For the next 50 yds no Olympic Runner
could have equalled my time,a further
50 yds and i was in control.
Best wishes, John Connolley.
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