― schanden (ritual), Saturday, 22 July 2006 16:56 (nineteen years ago)
Though it was burned in 1676 by King Philip (Metacomet), and it's supposedly super-haunted.
― Damn, Atreyu! (x Jeremy), Saturday, 22 July 2006 17:05 (nineteen years ago)
― Damn, Atreyu! (x Jeremy), Saturday, 22 July 2006 17:07 (nineteen years ago)
― Damn, Atreyu! (x Jeremy), Saturday, 22 July 2006 17:09 (nineteen years ago)
― Jeff. (Jeff), Saturday, 22 July 2006 18:33 (nineteen years ago)
― Rev. PappaWheelie (PappaWheelie 2), Saturday, 22 July 2006 18:35 (nineteen years ago)
― gbx (skowly), Saturday, 22 July 2006 18:37 (nineteen years ago)
― Jesus Dan (Dan Perry), Saturday, 22 July 2006 18:42 (nineteen years ago)
― Roffle Dan (Dan Perry), Saturday, 22 July 2006 18:43 (nineteen years ago)
― gbx (skowly), Saturday, 22 July 2006 18:44 (nineteen years ago)
what about where you grew up? (9 new answers)
― Rev. PappaWheelie (PappaWheelie 2), Saturday, 22 July 2006 18:46 (nineteen years ago)
― gbx (skowly), Saturday, 22 July 2006 18:47 (nineteen years ago)
― schanden (ritual), Saturday, 22 July 2006 19:18 (nineteen years ago)
― Rev. PappaWheelie (PappaWheelie 2), Saturday, 22 July 2006 19:24 (nineteen years ago)
I grew up on this square. Had the bestest time there. I would dig up the bricks and the guys from the city would come and wonder how the fuck those bricks kept coming loose. I would fall asleep under an umbrella and never be bothered by anyone. This was 29 years ago. Christ.
― Nathalie (stevie nixed), Saturday, 22 July 2006 19:42 (nineteen years ago)
― youn (youn), Saturday, 22 July 2006 20:16 (nineteen years ago)
― Nathalie (stevie nixed), Saturday, 22 July 2006 20:23 (nineteen years ago)
― youn (youn), Saturday, 22 July 2006 20:25 (nineteen years ago)
― Nathalie (stevie nixed), Saturday, 22 July 2006 21:43 (nineteen years ago)
― schanden (ritual), Saturday, 22 July 2006 22:06 (nineteen years ago)
Half the estate was blocks of council flats and half was nice well-heeled semi-detached and detached houses, and between the (huge, mock-tudor, white paint and black timbered) 'mansion' blocks of one street and the next there was a communal garden, or a park, that seemed far larger than the space between streets that it took up. It had a fountain, I think, and little hills that you ran up to get under the shade of close-together trees. The grass was parched brown in summer, underneath the huge white vertical of the back of the block.
I only live a mile away, but I'm afraid to do that walk again, in case it turns out to be nothing like I remember it.
― stop moving. (cis), Sunday, 23 July 2006 09:44 (nineteen years ago)