A four-year old's love for ice cream!
By MikeO45
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A four-year old’s love for ice cream!
When I was a small child, I decided one night that I wanted an ice cream and as we had none at home, I thought I’d go to the shop and get some. I can’t remember if I had any money, or even if I knew I needed any. It was about 10 o’clock in the evening and my mum had gone to the pictures. My uncle, who was meant to be looking after me, was sleeping soundly on a chair.
We lived in a flat at the top of an old-fashioned house with 4 floors and a basement, but seemingly I had no difficulty descending the 6 flights of stairs to the front door. Also, I must have come down in the dark because no one ever left the lights on unnecessarily on the stairs and I couldn’t reach the light switches even if I wanted to.
I opened the latch on the front door and came out of the house and then turned left onto a busy main road and headed towards the shops in the dark. I crossed a side road and continued on the main road for at least a hundred yards.
I’ve re-constructed all this detail so far from what I was told years later and because that’s what must have happened! All I can really remember is being at home and wanting an ice cream, and then being on the pavement going to the shops.
When I got to the bright lights of the shops, I remember someone asking me where I was going. The next thing I remember is being in the back of a police car and travelling along the main road past my house towards the police station. As we went by the house, I distinctly remember pointing it out and saying to a policeman, “That’s my house!” but he ignored me.
My last memory is of my mum coming into the police station and crying with relief when she saw me. I was sitting on the station counter nonchalantly eating some biscuits from a plate on the side next to me. I don’t remember what the police said to her but she must have had plenty to say later to my uncle!
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What a lovely piece of
What a lovely piece of autobiography - and the pictures add a great deal to it. I would love to have been a fly on the wall when your mum got her hands on your uncle - possibly a fly with earplugs though!
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