Chicken George: The Day I Got A Lesson In Believing

I grew up in a council house on a mostly-council-owned street in a Wiltshire village. The plot of land our house sat on had been an orchard before it was developed. Ours was the last house before you reached the bungalows in which elderly people lived and at the end of the bungalows sat our primary school – a minutes walk from home. My brother is four years younger than me and between us we had a huge group of friends who lived on the same street, or on the streets that connected to ours or were situated nearby. We all lived in fear of Chicken George…  Continue reading Chicken George: The Day I Got A Lesson In Believing