I think I was about 3 years old and it was a quiet miserably day because I was wearing a big canvas big stupid hood and I was walking down hammer street with my mother and one of my sisters, Hammer street on Porth. And used to be a bingo quiet near of the bottom with a big horrible combination of green and yellow sign. I can’t remember the writing or anything but the colours were vial And I remember tripping up outside there on the pavement. Just the floor coming towards me and the exactly pattern of the pavement stones so they stuck on me every time I think of it and then looking up the horrible colours of the bingo’s board, and I think that’s all body.

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