Park Lane

ALONG PAST THE MILK DAIRY PARK LANE

It is a wonder that the Milk Dairy is still here, but is nice to see the few places that are left. This is the route that I run towards Minworth, the trees and the peacefulness help to calm the mind. When I have things on my mind I just take a steady jog for 2 miles and sweat it all out. It's therapeutic.

THE ASTRAL CENTRE

Okay, okay, I will get on with some creative writing very soon. I've put up this photo and more because due to changes, one day they might knock down this old building like many others (fort centre). They do activities here, and is a communal place.

Aright then, now that Ive finished ranting about the past, I shall thank you for your patience and get all creative and martial on you!

CASTLE VALE COMPREHENSIVE

Here's one side of my old school. The maisonette you can see on the far left is just by where I lived growing up.

'Hurry up, and show us some MARTIAL ARTS!' I hear you say!

SCHOOLS OUT FOREVER!

They say that school is the best day's of your life. Although in my childhood I had home struggles, I would agree that when you are in school, you don't have to face the responsibility in life as we do as adults. I began secondary school in 1990, in class 7SN. The only subject that I truly loved was English. I got a grade C, and would write extra for my homework. I love to write, it's my way of expressing myself. And to all those reading this who are struggling because they are chasing their dream...may it be well with you my friend!

LAST OF THE PARK LANE CHILDREN

Her little red bike, is now a mountain.

She returns to the old anti gravity circle,

the stumps prove that it once was here.

She's grown up,

The Squonk has vanished,

we will be afraid no more.

LOOKING DOWN ON THE PAST

I nod and bid my farewells, the ghosts of past pals throw voices around.

The wind and the trees become friends yet again,

and the Park Lane can be heard through the train.

I'm not needed here now.

I wonder whether the ghost of Park Lane existed?

The Squonk!

PATH OF LIFE 3

Some paths lead to a dead end. All that waits for you is stingers to greet you to your fate.

Do not follow this path, or leave it too late.

PATH OF LIFE 2

There are many paths for the walking. You can take the ones which lead to nowhere, or the ones that lead to somewhere...what path will you take?

PATH OF LIFE 1

I'm here when I'm coming, but how do you know when I get there? There are many paths just filled with air.

FORGOTTEN EARTH OR LOST STOMPING GROUNDS?

This morning at 7:30am, I went on a bike ride with my sister. I visited places on my estate where I used to play when growing up. It seems crazy that after nearly 20 years later, some places don't change. However, due to some developments places have to change. But what struck me the most was that on my rediscoveries through, woodland, bushes, Tarzan's and dens, some of the places you could not get to. Loads of stingers etc had grew over the wore trails in grass made by children of yesteryear. Suddenly the trees seemed to hold a force of loneliness, and nature had lost our nature to sitting in playing computer games or hanging around in gangs. In the 80's and 90's the only worry was intruding on the 'big kids' dens, I was happy to find a small Tarzan in the picture above, it's nice to know that them trees have company. This picture is just by the railway on Park Lane in Castle Vale Birmingham. It was here that I first cut my head open in 1990. It shows by my blog that I have a weakness for 'those were the days' attitude, forgive me but these times do build your skeleton for today.
How many dens did you have, and are they still there somewhere? Waiting for you do find them?