Quick...hurry. They're getting away!
"Can't catch us, Missus"
"Caught one at least. Come here, son. There's someone wanting to see you."
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| Run, they're coming! |
Down here. They'll never find us!
"Someone chasing you, miss?"
"Child-catchers. They're close. I can smell them."
" I think we're safe"
"No use running, they're gonna find us anyway"
"I'm gonna pull my tongue out, me."
"We're gonna fight the bastards...soft-head's praying."
We've a nice catch here.
"Don't worry boys and girls, Mr Dylan won't harm you."
Picking the best for Mr Dylan
The photo-shoot. Bob Dylan in Liverpool
6 comments:
The affinity boys everywhere have for playing cowboys and indians never fails to make me smile. Outside, playing in dirt, banging shins and scraping knees, incessant yelling, ruined trousers. How can Metal Gear Solid compete with that?
It can't, Crash. Never will.
The photos remind me of the shots shown during the opening credits of Call the Midwife--and my childhood. Makes me wonder how we ever made it to adulthood. ;-)
I had several narrow escapes - falling of a bicycle and a car wheel missing my head by inches. But as someone said, birthdays are good for you. The more you have the healthier you are :)
By today's safety standards, none of my generation should have made it out of childhood. But we did. Wonder what that tells us.
Linda, after World War II parents probably had a more robust interpretation of 'risk'
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