A childhood memoir of life before polio, and immediately after, and my magical childhood adventures in and out of a wheelchair
Trains and Planes
I remember a runaway train, sparks flying out of its funnel, fire gushing from the tender. It pulled no coaches. Where it was going I never knew. But I remember it, that runaway train!
I was just off of Mickleburgh Hill and I'll never forget that either. A model plane that cracked and throbbed into life that took off and disappeared over the back gardens, way out of control, behind the gasworks - where my sister Josie and I would set off from Albany Drive with a little cart to collect coke - never to be seen again. Memories that lead nowhere only back to childhood where they belonged.
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