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Memories Of Childhood
In a grass feild in our village
We spent many happy hours,
Among the grass and clover
Were lots of little flowers.
The girls would make their daisy chains
With the daisies in the spring,
On the branch of one old ash tree
We hung our home- made swing.
I played football with the other boys
In the season played at cricket,
We shared our pitches with the cows
And used an oil drum for the wicket.
We made our bows and arrows
With willow from the hedge,
When the snow fell in the winter
We got out our home made sledge.
Slides were ...