I took a few photos in approximately the same spots where the original events transpired and, in so doing, reconnected and reinforced their associations in my mind with the neighbourhood I lived in as a young boy. It's almost a compulsion that I can't resist and, thankfully, my pals tend to humour me in these mad notions to which I occasionally succumb. So thanks to Tongalad for assisting me in capturing for posterity a pictorial link to my memories and associations of so very long ago. (He snapped the pics with me in them.) In returning to the scene so long after the fact, it's almost like I've rewound time and rewritten the fate the toys succumbed to so many decades earlier.* Fanciful I know, but I derive a measure of satisfaction from it.
(*"How so?" you may be wondering. Well, this time, Stingray returned from its journey fully intact, and Batman survived his visit unbroken - each from the same locations they'd originally come a cropper.)
Any of you Crivvies ever done anything so daft that you'd care to admit to? If so, fire away.
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| Stingray's in the foreground in this pic and in my hands in the others |
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| This field is just across from my former home, and further up from the one in the previous photos, which is at the foot of the street and over the road |
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| Batman (sans cape & cowl) going solo, here and above, but held by me in the pics I'm in |
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| When I was setting up the previous two photos, I lost my balance and fell over, but was uninjured. Vanity made me leave my 'wheeled walker' out of the scene |