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I was born in 1953, quite an active year as history goes, wrote Peter Walker. I lived in Clifton Bristol for the first five years of my life, at a place called the Polygon (I think that's how you spell it). I have two brothers and a sister, she is older than me but I am the oldest boy.
The only thing I remember happening there was that I lost a toy down a drain, and after a few hours of crying I became resolved to get it back.
First came the longest stick I could find, then I tried to lift the drain, Superman had nothing on me, but it must of been made of Kryptonite. After several more feeble attempts with the stick, I started to uses my brain.
I would get it when the big drain-cleaning lorry came around again. For the first few days I stood there come rain (if it was not too heavy) or shine.
When they did come to do the drains, I almost missed them. I ran over to explain but it was to late, the drain had been done and all hope was lost. The tears lasted even longer than the first time.
I said goodbye to Bristol in 1957 and we moved half way across the country to Hampshire to the market town of Alresford. It was a quiet place, traffic was light and the countryside was almost on my door step. I soon fell in to the kind of pasttimes any young boy had, given that kind of area.
Peter Walker, Hampshire, 2001
Peter's fond childhood memories continue in the Alresford, Hampshire section of this website.
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