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Knowing I couldn't take my silver looking toy 6 shooter to school I had to make a pretend gun out of fingers and thumb Dennis went one better and had this quite imaginative machine gun between his two closed fists and made a hurthurthurt sound as he pulled the pretend trigger or take from his jacket a grenade and pulling out the pin he'd throw it and go BANG loudly in the playground luckily he was on my side and with Derek who had a 6 shooter too we managed to continue our version of WW2 accidentally in the process catching the teacher Miss Ashdown in the **** a few times but she never seemed to notice but on the way home from school in the late afternoon Helen said why do you boys have to play war games? why can't you play skip rope or a catch game? I looked at her sideways on taking in her two brown plaits of hair and thick lens glasses and the grey skirt and whitish blouse and she looked at me kind of serious frowning boys do that they make war they shoot the bad guys they are boys she wasn't convinced but the noise you make too the drrrrrrrrrrrrrrr sounds or bang bang noise we crossed under the subway her drrrrrr sound echoed along the walls can you imagine us boys with skip ropes? or playing catch games?   yes she said why not? we do other stuff I said we play card games I won 13 film star cards the other day playing against some kid in the playground and the Monroe one I swapped for 3 footballers we came out along the New Kent Road and walked by the cinema how about coming to the cinema with me Saturday they've got a good Western on? she looked the billboards with small photographs can't haven't any money she said I’ll pay my treat I said and where will you get the money? she asked my old man will cough up he won't mind I’ll have to ask my mum she said I gazed at her brown hair and ribbon coloured a fading dull red.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
BOYS AND WAR GAMES.
Knowing I couldn't take my silver looking toy 6 shooter to school I had to make a pretend gun out of fingers and thumb Dennis went one better and had this quite imaginative machine gun between his two closed fists and made a hurthurthurt sound as he pulled the pretend trigger or take from his jacket a grenade and pulling out the pin he'd throw it and go BANG loudly in the playground luckily he was on my side and with Derek who had a 6 shooter too we managed to continue our version of WW2 accidentally in the process catching the teacher Miss Ashdown in the **** a few times but she never seemed to notice but on the way home from school in the late afternoon Helen said why do you boys have to play war games? why can't you play skip rope or a catch game? I looked at her sideways on taking in her two brown plaits of hair and thick lens glasses and the grey skirt and whitish blouse and she looked at me kind of serious frowning boys do that they make war they shoot the bad guys they are boys she wasn't convinced but the noise you make too the drrrrrrrrrrrrrrr sounds or bang bang noise we crossed under the subway her drrrrrr sound echoed along the walls can you imagine us boys with skip ropes? or playing catch games?   yes she said why not? we do other stuff I said we play card games I won 13 film star cards the other day playing against some kid in the playground and the Monroe one I swapped for 3 footballers we came out along the New Kent Road and walked by the cinema how about coming to the cinema with me Saturday they've got a good Western on? she looked the billboards with small photographs can't haven't any money she said I’ll pay my treat I said and where will you get the money? she asked my old man will cough up he won't mind I’ll have to ask my mum she said I gazed at her brown hair and ribbon coloured a fading dull red.
BOYS AND A GIRL AND WAR GAMES IN 1950S LONDON
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
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