#2: The Recky (Part Two)
For those of you who haven't yet read part one, it can be found here. It doesn't affect this story, but it does sort of give an indication of how rough the recky was. And it only got rougher. In part one I told you all that the recky was built in a circular space behind a council estate, slap bang in the middle of a circular road as there were a few spaces for the locals to park their cars behind these houses. Thankfully, the number of child-squashings was zero, (to my knowledge anyway; there could have been some behind my back!) and the road was mostly used by the older kids to ride their tricycles or bikes on. Actually, thinking about it, there was always the same red car with the same dodgy - looking man sat inside it who was occasionally visited by other dodgy looking men from time to time. Drug dealer? Or something a bit worse? I don't know - I was young and he could have just lived in one of the houses. Anyway.
One day I was just heading off to play on the recky, remembering to avoid the Nobcheese graffiti for fear of another telling off, when suddenly some little bastard comes shooting up to me on his tricycle. He was a rough little sort, with a cigarette and a few battle scars... okay, I might be exaggerating as he was about six at the time, but he was a little git from the estate surrounding the recky, and he took great pleasure in punching me as he rode past on his tricycle. No reason. No motive. Just one punch and the little sod shot off around the circular path laughing his head off.
So I did what any self-respecting six year old boy would do. I ran home to tell my mum.
Only mum wasn't in. My Auntie Laura was though. Not that much older than me, she marched right up to the recky and pushed the little shit off his tricycle. Now, if memory serves, I'm sure she also nicked that tricycle and brought it back home with us. I'm sure that earned her a bollocking, and so if it did happen I'm really grateful for it. Nice flair, ten points for execution and an extra point for taking one for the team!
The recky was rough. That kid was rough. Still, I can say I've been the victim of a drive by and lived.
