(gap: 2s) My name is Peter. I entered the world in 1953, and the earliest chapters of my life...
(gap: 2s) In the golden days of the late 1950s, a Sunday at the seaside was a rare and...
(gap: 2s) The afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of Jack Jorgensen’s house, painting golden rectangles on the...
(gap: 2s) Growing up on a Surrey council estate in the 1960s, life was simple but tough. The flats...
I am now sixty years of age, and yet the recollections I am about to share remain as vivid...
From my desk in the council-run primary school, I could see the estate road outside. I was mad about...
I was born in the year 1960, into a household where duty and propriety were held in the highest...
The council estate where I grew up in 1980s Scotland was a world unto itself—a patchwork of roughcast tenement...
(gap: 2s) Many children who grew up in grand houses—those sprawling, echoing places with polished banisters and the faint...
(gap: 2s) Once upon a time, on the edge of Surrey, there stood a row of neat little houses,...
(gap: 2s)Back in the more gentle times of the early 1970s, I would spend one afternoon each week at...
(gap: 1s) In the course of a well-ordered childhood, there are moments of discipline that, though seldom discussed, shape...