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My street was full of aunties and full of uncles too. They weren't the same as family, but grown-ups who we knew. Parents of my mates, friends of mum and dad, people I could trust to share what it was they had. Winter parties, summer trips a massive paddling pool, loads of music, lots of love and laughter while we grew. Common homes and gardens, a street in open-plan, more than simply neighbours, one big, street-long clan.
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May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
Street
My street was full of aunties and full of uncles too. They weren't the same as family, but grown-ups who we knew. Parents of my mates, friends of mum and dad, people I could trust to share what it was they had. Winter parties, summer trips a massive paddling pool, loads of music, lots of love and laughter while we grew. Common homes and gardens, a street in open-plan, more than simply neighbours, one big, street-long clan.
Growing up in S E London in the 60s and 70s.
stevejeff
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May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
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