Early memories Now I am being taken for a walk to a village fair. My Grampy has a walking stick, it does seem a long way. We arrive, there are as few rides but not much else there. Grampy talks to the show men I can't understand what they say. We walk back I have an ice cream, look that's our... Sign in to see full entry.
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