This is the story of my childhood recollections while growing up in Glasgow. The streets were still for kids and we knew how to make our own fun, though some of the mischiefs we got up to may not be classed as fun nowadays.
If we were poor, we didn't realise it; if we were ill-treated, we thought of it as normal. Kids didn't complain in those days (or they got a 'slap across the lug'). Kids knew their place, we just got on with life and enjoyed it to the fullest.
As Billy Connolly would say: What I'm about to tell you is true...well mostly.
If any of my old pals, relatives, or friends recognise themselves on these pages, you're most likely right...but I have changed the names (in some instances) to protect the guilty!
Ik heb een vraag over het boek: ‘The Last of the Lucky Childhoods - Winton, Iain’.
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