Summer holidays camping out down the woods, nesting, dreaming of catching a decent bream on the canal but resorting to perch bashing, naf-naf, joe bloggs and 2 tone jeans ( hideous things), knowing you would get the new mitre delta for Christmas but you were well chuffed when you got it. Wearing football boots all day, scrumping then running like fck when you were caught laughing so much you could hardly run. Wedgies, dops, slapsy's, knuckles........ The feeling of pride when you could tell your mates " I poked her" ..........