I wanted to write my story and memory as a child in the road where I lived and played in Weston super Mare during the secomd world war. I want my children and their future descendants to be aware of the nature of a 'home road', where everyone knew their neighbours and expected to live in the area for most of their lives. It is not a story of heroics, or memories of exciting events, it doesn't even describe how my frieds and I played nightly in the streets, safe from motor cars, for none were on the streets throughout the war. It is just a description of my street.