Ouch!
At No. 4.
Uncleared vacant lot, augmented with junk – recycled into forts and trenches for war.
Timber, tin sheets, wheel rims, piping, tyres.
War begins.
Run. Head for cover. Dodge imaginary bullets or makeshift arrows … AND spikes & splinters, nails & edges.
Fake left, step right. Right onto nail – through shoe.
365 Short Memories 
Am enjoying you short stories. I remember such a carefree childhood. What a shame my grandchildren can`t experience the same thing. Take care. xxxcoralxxx
Thanks Coral, glad you’re finding them enjoyable. Yes I think being carefree now evaporates at a much younger age than it did in the past – for many many reasons. max
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