(gap: 2s) In the late 1960s, on the very edge of a Scottish town, stood a row of neat,...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle days of the late 1960s, nestled in the heart of Newcastle, there stood a...
(gap: 2s) In those days, it was quite usual for children to be corrected by their elders, even if...
(gap: 2s) I grew up in the 1950s, in one of the new housing estates that sprang up like...
There are only thirteen months between my younger brother and me, so Mother and Father certainly did not delay...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle, golden days of my childhood, the world seemed to move at a slower, kinder...
(gap: 2s) It was a radiant Sunday morning in our quiet Surrey suburb, the sort of morning that seemed...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle county of Surrey, during the 1970s, I lived in a pleasant row of houses...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle countryside of Kent, where the salt-laden breeze from the distant sea drifted over rows...
(gap: 2s) On the gentle, sunlit streets of Knights Estate, my brother Richard and I lived with our dear...
(gap: 2s) In the village of Alderley Edge, Cheshire, during the late 1950s, the world seemed to move at...
In my childhood, discipline was never cruel, but it was always certain. My parents believed in measured correction—a sharp...