Run Date: 8/1/17 Suburb: Ascot When I was three, my parents had a snack bar in the little grey shop in the photos, which was right on a rail crossing. I spent hours counting carriages and watching for trains. I hadn't been through this way for a good twenty years. I remembered the shops and the rail line quite clearly, I forgot the hills (until I started running them), and three year old me didn't know it was right near the racecourse.
Mum did burgers and milkshakes and lollies, in the era before fries/chips and McDonalds. Their was a pool table and my sister was quite the wizard at pool, having practiced from a young age. To the left of the shop is a hedge - that used to be a chain link fence and during a fast paced game of tiggy I slipped on the wet grass and tore open my face. What most people think is a frown line is actually a scar. Looking at the building today, I can't believe a family of four lived in the back of that shop for a really long time. It does explain why when we moved to a semi-rural block with a standard house I couldn't believe how huge it was. Ascot (and Hendra) I enjoyed the visit. Must do it again some day. Comments are closed.
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