As I travelled home on the bus last night and looked out of the window, as I came along Dolphin Lane I thought back to when I was a child and was growing up in Lyndon Road, Stechford. Even at that young age I had privileges not given to some of the other children round about. The people who lived in the first house in our road, a large semi-detached house were called Mr and Mrs Jenkins. There were lots of rooms in this house, the kitchen right at the back with a small dining room off. Through this room was the stairs and two more rooms, the back lounge and the front lounge. The back lounge had French windows so when we played outside we could see a bit of this room and Mrs Jenkins could keep an eye on us. They had a daughter also named Christine and an older boy. I cannot remember his name but he was a teenager and was always in and out of the house. I was allowed to play with Christine on the odd occasion, although only in the back garden. Mrs Jenkins was very house-proud and I was never allowed past the kitchen but once Christine took me into the back lounge where they had a television. Her brother had ‘popped out’ so we were left to our own devices and so we went exploring, only into the back room and the back lounge. I never visited any other part of the house!!!
I was the only child allowed to play at ‘The Jenkins’s’ as it was known whereas none of the other children in the road were allowed. Christine Jenkins was a singular girl, having no other friends that I was aware of, and she was always in charge ‘cos it was her garden. I quite enjoyed playing with her, I used to take my doll and we would play picnic, teddies teaparty etc. One day when I went round to see if she could play, she had the tent up and we played quite nicely for a while and then she decided we would play doctors and nurses. This was ok by me and of course she was the doctor and I was the patient, after all she had the stethoscope!!! It was when she wanted to look up my knickers that I decided I didn’t want to play anymore and quickly ran home. I never told my mother why I came home so quickly and I certainly never went back there again, although my mother said many times that Mrs Jenkins had been asking if I could go play.
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