Where did it go that yesterglow of yesterday.

l suppose would have been around 11,when with brother and friends first went to Boothferry park.

We had so much to Discover but at that age your so fearless. No concept that in the year 1972 there was football violence, along with stranger danger, menace of roads, we had pennies the world was huge. It was ours waiting to be discovered, adventures, love, knees to be cut, shoes to worn out, unknown hearts to be broken.

First kiss may have taken place. But little else.

Leather belt, angry Father strict home background.

`Cruel schooling, poor education, poverty`, were not issues we recognised.

Street fights over Bonfire wood. camping trips near Drainside, We bought stale pastry from bakeries at top of street.

Second hand juke box vinyl singles.

Sat on river side till it got dark, these were our seasons in the sun. Paper rounds and Twix bars, plastic soldiers, comics, Batman at the movies and Beatles on radio.

Chants of WAGGY WAGGY WAGGY. Train from Boothferry halt. Dock strikes. Free school dinners. Conker's and jumping from third floor of old house onto collected mattress gathered to break our falls below.

The innocence, the laughter, the energy, the adventures.

Kissing Carol S, she gave me `Elvis in Memphis`, Treasured till finally it was worn out.

But replaced on CD at Camden, London, in early Noughties.

Still l wonder..wonder l do...Where did it go that yesterglow of yesterday.