THE GOOD THING ABOUT DEPRESSION
Well for me anyway is that i think back on all my memorys good and bad .One that i always enjoy and ill share is when i was a kid we used to live in abbey ring in whitecity(loughveiw estate) if you looked out our window on the right you'd see belfast lough and cave hills we used to see the oil tankers comming up the lough to get repaired they were massive .on the left we would look up at the woods i spent many years up them wood we would spend the whole day the was a mud hill that everyone used to slide down there was dunvilles a old estate that had been burned that many times the farmers fields at the top you had to run through them to get to the dump there were dirty mags and lots of things kids love,a lot of bomb damaged stuff went there.There was the redburn cemarty we would walk around that and just look at the graves i rem as i was older i would look at jimmy McCartneys he was tortured a few years earlier he was a catholic i can still rem thinking how it would have been for him he did nt have a mum or dad i think? he lived with a family called the rices im not sure of all the details being a kid you dont pay much attention.strange i felt sad for someone i never knew as he was older than me .the was the ravine where my cousin fell down and broke his leg when he was drunk the school playing fields . my old primary school , the golf course where the whole estate went when we got snow we used everything that slid car bonnets lino plastic bags i even saw someone in ski,s once must have been a rich person lol.But back to my origanil thought ali a friend and my self were sitting talking at the corner of eastlink across from the raineys house and there was dog shit there i think i was about 9 or 10 ,well wec were putting dandalion petals over it you know just doing it and we saw a boy comming who always bullied us he was a year older and a good fighter as he approched i cant rem who came up with the idea but we said to him do you like our pretty flower ,s he swiped it and got shit all over his hands by this time we were running towards alis house he lived next door to ali. as we got there trevor alis brother let ali in but locked me out (i was the kid mothers told you not to hang around with) any the bully chased me around there back i was still laughing i got out and ran towards beech end and thats where he got me he was beating the crap out of me but as usual i was fighting him back but this time it was hard as i was still laughing i remember one of my sisters came and was trying to get him off me .i had many fights with him as i refused to let him bully me never won but always had a go .that was the bad thing about having 4 sisters no one to get every one always said ill get my brother on to you but did nt sound the same when you say ill get my sister.
Well for me anyway is that i think back on all my memorys good and bad .One that i always enjoy and ill share is when i was a kid we used to live in abbey ring in whitecity(loughveiw estate) if you looked out our window on the right you'd see belfast lough and cave hills we used to see the oil tankers comming up the lough to get repaired they were massive .on the left we would look up at the woods i spent many years up them wood we would spend the whole day the was a mud hill that everyone used to slide down there was dunvilles a old estate that had been burned that many times the farmers fields at the top you had to run through them to get to the dump there were dirty mags and lots of things kids love,a lot of bomb damaged stuff went there.There was the redburn cemarty we would walk around that and just look at the graves i rem as i was older i would look at jimmy McCartneys he was tortured a few years earlier he was a catholic i can still rem thinking how it would have been for him he did nt have a mum or dad i think? he lived with a family called the rices im not sure of all the details being a kid you dont pay much attention.strange i felt sad for someone i never knew as he was older than me .the was the ravine where my cousin fell down and broke his leg when he was drunk the school playing fields . my old primary school , the golf course where the whole estate went when we got snow we used everything that slid car bonnets lino plastic bags i even saw someone in ski,s once must have been a rich person lol.But back to my origanil thought ali a friend and my self were sitting talking at the corner of eastlink across from the raineys house and there was dog shit there i think i was about 9 or 10 ,well wec were putting dandalion petals over it you know just doing it and we saw a boy comming who always bullied us he was a year older and a good fighter as he approched i cant rem who came up with the idea but we said to him do you like our pretty flower ,s he swiped it and got shit all over his hands by this time we were running towards alis house he lived next door to ali. as we got there trevor alis brother let ali in but locked me out (i was the kid mothers told you not to hang around with) any the bully chased me around there back i was still laughing i got out and ran towards beech end and thats where he got me he was beating the crap out of me but as usual i was fighting him back but this time it was hard as i was still laughing i remember one of my sisters came and was trying to get him off me .i had many fights with him as i refused to let him bully me never won but always had a go .that was the bad thing about having 4 sisters no one to get every one always said ill get my brother on to you but did nt sound the same when you say ill get my sister.
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