Accy cyclist
Legendary Member
- Location
- The hills of Accrington
Yea and no. My mother was obsessed with keeping the house clean so much that it affected our childhood. If we came in with "muck" on our clothes we'd get our legs. smacked This was an accepted punishment in those days. We(me and my brother) feared getting dirty, while other children seemed to be able to do as they pleased. I remember one incident when i got tar on my shorts after playing with the tar they used to put down in between cobbles(yes we had cobbled streets up till the 70's). I had to ask my friend's dad to get it off with turpentine. It didn't work. My mum saw the remaining stain, then slap!! I suppose i had a lucky escape with my name though. My mum wanted a girl,so when i popped out she decided to call me Lindsay,after my auntie's name Lynn.
Luckily i escaped that punishment after she was talked out of it!

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