How do you sum up a place you call home..It would take hours leaving you cold..I remember growing up as a child we had freedom to roam..No mobiles just big voices and Bakelite phones..The rules were clear, be home before the street lights come on.. Otherwise you get a smack on the bum..Hills, Valleys, bays and bush we did explore..Billy carts, scooters, dragsters, wheel stands galore..rock flights, sword fights, wrestling around...Arm in arm with your best mate, that\'s what it was all about..It was a time to respect your elders..And a time the elders let us play..The street had many children, all fun and games..The street was home to different kinds..The successful and the humble, to the literally blind.. Everyone seemed to get along..If there were problems I didn\'t know..An age of innocence.. where did it go.