Playing in my Neighbours Garden

It is said that children these days don’t play outside in the street as much as they used to. I was very lucky growing up in a cul-de-sac, a secluded half circle of about eight houses. This meant I could play outside in safety during the long, hot summers. Here are a couple of photographs from the summer of 1964, when I was six years old. The bicycle was new, I still had the training wheels on the back – and still managed to come off and scrape my knees 😦  I did persevere and eventually enjoyed riding my bike around the streets and up onto the South Downs at the top of our road (Farm Hill).

Learning to ride my bike in Farm Hill, Woodingdean, in the summer of 1964

Learning to ride my bike in Farm Hill, Woodingdean, in the summer of 1964

There were a family next door, with a boy of my age and a girl a year or two older: Karen and Andrew Grieve. I used to play with them, especially in their back garden.  It was better than our garden – they had a wigwam, and I had the outfit to go with it 🙂

Playing cowboys and indians in next doors garden, summer 1964

Playing cowboys and indians in next doors garden, summer 1964

Karen signed my autograph book:

My autograph book was signed by Karen Grieve

My autograph book was signed by Karen Grieve

Somehow, we all lost touch.

 

About Jackie Dinnis

Welcome to my blog where I am enjoying meeting my family - past and present - one at a time. Join me as I learn who my ancestors were, where they lived, what their occupations were and what everyday life was like for them.
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