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My parents don’t know about this. Actually, I never told anyone about it. We were just kids. You know how children are.

When the builders were donerenovating the houses on our road, they dumped a lot of stuff in a vacant lot on the corner. We claimed everything in those days – neighbour’s overgrown hedges that we stalked through like a hurricane, fires that we fed with plastic bags and soggy paper, long tree branches that made us into Zulu warriors, and the half rotten vinyl tiles left on a h...