Storytime.

 Its confession time. I did post this on a separate site but thought it may be interesting to see what others got up to as a kid. One quick confession before the main one. My big sister will remember this Irene Perry. I killed the goldfish"! Fasabated by a can of hear spray and wanting to try it out, the only place I could think of at that precise time was to spay it into the Goldfish bole. and I left quite happy now knowing how it worked. I got a call from my mum! and went to see what she wanted were by she pointed to two now dead goldfish !!. O dear Now one was happy about that. Now the big one, when I was around 9 or ten I went off with my cousin exploring as kids do. We ended up with two other friends and we made out was threw Southall park over to the railway's sidings that went into the old AEC Bus works. First going through what was called the devels Tunnel that went under the main line into Paddington. back then most of it was open land, and no fences to keep us kids off the old railway sidings. we made out way to some cole trucks that had been left there, they were metal trucks with a side door that came down when the bolts where slipped open. Well, we all decided to open one. and for some reason, I decided to stand under the door, maybe thinking I could let it down without it making a nose! Well, it must of wade off of a quarter of a ton thinking back as an adult now. My cousin and friend slipt back the bolts and I stood there ready to catch it. the side came down, and I came to laying on the floor! I had been knocked out as it struck my head! I was out cold for a few minutes, and when I came to and got up I was bleeding heavily from a gash on the top of my head. How it did not kill me I will never know. Everyone was suitably afraid as the blud pumped out and started to cover me, they helped me back under the tunnel and fortunately in the first house by the tunnel was a Man washing his car. He took a look at me in horror as by now I was covered in blood. As we all made out way back under the tunnel. we were afraid that we would get into trouble if we told the truth were we were (trespassing on the railway) so we agreed on a story that I fell down the concrete stairs that were once there, now no more. The man on seeing me rushed out to help me and called for his wife to get a sheet which he then raped around my head and got me in his car and rushed me to a little cottage Hospital not far from where it happened. ( all the Cottage Hospitals were closed in the Tory cuts) The doctor there examined me and asked questions like was I knocked out? but I did not tell him the truth, again so silly as I was concussed. Well, I was cleaned up and a bandage applied and was taken home by the man who found me bleeding in his car. I some times think of him as I never said thank you at the time. although mum I remember did. I stuck to my story as Mum who was born around there and knew it well, knew the stairs I was blaming. :-) Now I keep to that story and as time went by it faded, and I never told anyone until yesterday and today with this. I boys secret, no more. :-) LOLJust one more secret I had my first cigaret when I pinched one from out of mus packet I even  remember the name ( weights ) LOL 

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