Hi Tim, I used to live in Oldton until I was around seven or eight years old. I still remember the day we left, being woken early one morning and after some confusion I recall watching the streets and fields where I loved to play scroll past the grimy passenger window of a bulging removal lorry.
I later discovered my mother had looked out the window some months earlier and saw me sitting on the curb chatting with some friends. With good intentions she then decided we could all benefit from a more stimulating environment, one with more opportunities for our development.
The place we went to you couldn't sit on the kerb and I never really had real friends or nice neighbours to chat with. I then started to learn how cold the world was and I hoped it was all a dream. Ah yes a dream, but as the years went on I realised this was more and more unlikely, however there is a little part of me that still hopes I may awake from this vivid nightmare in which I imagine I am a disconnected middle aged man and back to my little wallpapered room in Oldton.
Maybe Oldton never went away Tim, perhaps we've all still there, lots of boys and girls asleep in our little beds, dreaming of changes, time and events which take us further away. I do hope so as at least there is a tiny chance we can return.....especially for one little lad, who I still cry for now sometimes. Many thanks,