Childhood weekends
For some reason (nostalgia is a funny thing) Iâve been remembering how I spent my weekends when I was a child. I had a Best Friend, Susie, and we were virtually inseparable. We spent almost every weekend together, either at her house or mine (we lived in the same street). Iâm going to sound like Iâm having a bit of a Monty Python moment, but when I was a kid, we spent most of our time outside if it wasnât raining too hard. I feel a bit sorry for children today who seem to be imprisoned by their parentsâ fears of paedophiles, violence and car accidents. We were fairly free-range children: we had to be back by tea-time, but other than that we could roam around without having to be in constant mobile phone contact with our parents â imagine that!
