Used to be a telephone box here.
Used to be a Police Station here.
Used to post letters from here.
Used to struggle to reach the counter here.
Used to get chased off of the scaffolding by the watchie here.
Used to play hide and seek here.
Used to get sent for milk and bread here.
Used to leave my slippers here.
Used to play dead-mans-fall here.
Used to get my arse skelped here.
Used to jump off the steps in my wellies here.
Used to go to weddings here.
Used to walk Jess and Tara here.
Used to be police cars here.
Used to be some more police here.
Never used to be a roundabout here.
Never used to be big metal sculptures here.
Used to be a train track running along here.
Used to be fishermen here.
Used to be a farm here.
Used to be chestnut trees here.
Used to be chickens here.
Used to be a farm track here.
Used to be a big barn here.
Used to be more farm track here.
Used to go to Sunday School here.
Used to have no idea what went on in here.
Used to go to Christmas parties in here.
Used to be purple tin houses here.
Used to get the bus to Alloa from here.
Used to be no junction here.
Used to think we were better than them here.
Used to be a dirt track for bikes here.
Used to be woods here.
