L8
poem by:
Frank Hornby .
Written
on Oct 10, 2022
"I have fond memories of my time in old Liverpool 8... being six years of age....my freedom was great... Playing in our back entry...and climbing the high wall... learning how to do a "belly flop"....no fear of a fall... Having fun on "the bombdies"...with all the other scruffy kids... constantly playing in the muck...and poking sticks down smelly grids.. Nothing special to play with...no fancy toys... Just a bunch of happy young children....a mixture of girls, and boys.. Then suddenly it was all over!....I was gone from Liffey street... I'd moved ten miles out to Kirkby...new mates I did meet.. but that's another story...my memories are great.. of being born in South Liverpool...seven good years in L8."
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Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 20, 2022 at 2:59pm
That's me...front row, far left...(so young...so fearless, and so unaware of life's dangers).......happy days....hahaha...
