LET me tell you about my favourite summers. They were spent on a housing estate where Manchester meets Derbyshire. There was little that an adult might consider entertaining, but as a nine-year-old, I saw things somewhat differently.
There were trees to climb, swing from and build dens in. There were walls to balance on, steps that became a shop or a classroom, grass for handstands and streets for rollerskating on. Full blog
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