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Post by Big Blue on Jul 26, 2022 13:26:09 GMT
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Post by Grampa on Jul 29, 2022 9:26:58 GMT
Ha Ha - mine were somewhere in between - my front garden was one of the UK's best beaches and I saved up with my Saturday wages as a suitcase carrier and bought myself a little boat aged 11, so I was pretty much always on the beach or on the sea. Never met any smugglers, but I did have a grown up gypsy friend.
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Post by PG on Aug 2, 2022 8:58:02 GMT
This one I can truly identify with -
"You: Your parents inappropriately dragged you along to visit relatives, where they talked about grown-up stuff and you sat with a cup of tea you didn’t want, so bored you thought you might die."
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Post by Bob Sacamano v2.0 on Aug 2, 2022 9:02:13 GMT
I read all the Enid Blyton books and spent most of my summer trying to re-create them, with the aid of this:  |
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