My experience takes my back to when I was an 11-year-old, in the late 1960s. Myself and around six pals took to playing in a nearby right-of-way at the back of some gardens and lock-up garages, much to the annoyance of the householders, who would tire of our noise and balls hitting their fences, etc. They would often come out and remonstrate with us. One in particular was a stout, elderly gentleman, his appearance suggested he may have been an Army Colonel or something, his authoritarian appearance we found quite scary, and we would all run off when he came
