My second week at grammar school. One of the houses that backed onto the playing field had apple trees. Hungry eleven year old boys (OK, I was only ten but I did my eleven-plus a year early) looked over the wall at the apples. Young was I and foolish. I asked a couple of newbies to give me a boost and over the wall I went. As rapidly as I could I picked up windfalls and hurled them over the fence to my friends. The apple tree owner burst out of his back door and hurtled towards me shouting loudly. I ran back to the wall. Ah! No friends to boost me up. I had not thought it through. I kind of ran up the wall like a frightened cat and somehow got over it. I managed to retrieve two bruised apples from the grass. Friends? What friends? They'd eaten all the others.
Great Nephew Asked Me To Buy Him Some "Candy"?


