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i can't remember much when I learned my Uncle Fred and cousins Mike and Barry were essentially my dad and brothers. Was I thrilled to find my real family or was I sad to see my surrogate family go? I actually cannot recollect much of those years. I know they weren't very happy times due to the troubling of my 2 bros. I was the youngest and last one in so they'd already joined ranks against me and i did suffer badly at their hands. But slowly things got better and there were new things and places to explore and I had a new brother only eighteen months older than me to play with. We were the great adventurers going fishing at Cooks Ferry and The Hollow pools. Frogging in the 'LoonyBin' a disused swimming pool in Whipps Cross Hospital that allegedly had mental cells underneath. Conkering and scrumping, playing run-outs and football, swimming and Sat. morning footage. We were wild street kids, unfettered by parental control. The world was ours to explore and explore it we did. We were extraordinarily creative making our own toys from go-carts and skateboards to the powerful Tank. If we required money we'd do a Corona bottle hunt for the deposits. We never had much money but I don't recall us bitching. We used to have family parties each Christmas with decorations up we had made ourselves, listening to 45's on the case record player with it's arm loaded with pennies to stop it from jumping. Making an attempt to hide from my nan who would totally out-dance everybody on the floor and have a sing-a-long to my dad's piano playing and doing the March of the Mods.
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