SISTER ACT
Oct 29, 2019
4 minutes
Words: Amanda Vlietstra
Wandering down the canal with my dog Flash at my side, I grinned to myself.
I’d got a bar of chocolate in my pocket and I was heading for the broken bridge with the field next to it where, if I was lucky, some of my mates would be kicking a football about.
In the 1950s, it was considered safe for seven-year-old kids like myself in my small village outside Cardiff to roam about unaccompanied. As I sat down on a tree stump and unwrapped my chocolate bar, a young guy walked past and started petting Flash.
‘What a good boy!’ he said. We got chatting, mainly about fishing.
‘Have you seen the frogs up
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