Happy as Larry.

Growing up, I lived on a normal street.

At the end of the road, around 200 yards away,

was where all the neighborhood kids played.

If you turned left, it was just a street with more houses.

If you turned right, it was the railway track

with a massive, massive, I mean to a kid at least, bridge over it.

The ground around the bridge was unkept, just grew wild and seemed completely abandoned.

Between the houses and the railway was an adventure playground with rope swings and massive climbing frames and stuff on it.

Since we used to play games all the time, all the kids on the street kind of knew each other.

This happened when I was nine or ten. Being so young I wasn't allowed to go to the playground my own. I'm outside playing in front of my house. One of the kids from across the street who was actually a bit younger than me had a cousin over

They said they were going into the playground and asked if I wanted to go I asked my mom. She said yes

But by the time I get back out my my little pal is like, I'm not going, etc.

But I really wanted to go, so I went with his cousin.

We get to the playground.

We're a bit small to actually do any of the good stuff,

so we're just wandering around messing about he says let me

show you this cool hole in the fence where my secret den is I'm like awesome let's go

surrounding the playground is just bushes small, and just rough land really.

We get to the hole in the fence and head down into these trees.

There's a guy there.

I'm like weirded out.

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