We spent a lot of our time playing near or on the derelict buffer stops

Fast trains occasionally sped by sounding their warning whistles loudly

But we did not care and returned to our coal foul playgrounds

As soon as the dangers of the speeding trains had passed unseen

These were our carefree days and without knowing we were creating memories

That were not as grey as the thin war years but full of vibrant colour

From My Childhood by Peter Finch