“Hey! look down there, I can see a sword!” We all pushed forward peering down into a dark hole.
There was something long laying in the dust and rubble and it looked like it was made of metal. That was good enough for us. “Cor, a real sword!”
“What’s that over there?” someone said, pointing into an even darker corner.
“It looks like bones to me” said another. We crammed up against the railing to see better. “I bet there’s even dead bodies down there!”
The building was an empty brick shell with a gaping hole in the front wall and a large chunk of the ground floor missing, exposing a dark cellar, where these treasures lay. It was closed off with railings. The sword looked like it would be such fun to play with. There were all sorts of things, even clothes, laying around in the rubble, but our eyes were fixed on the sword.
“Look there’s a long branch over there. Maybe we can get the sword with that.” someone said. Sandie, being the tallest, and with the longest arms, took the branch and stretched as far as she could.
“It’s no good, I can’t get it.”
“Are you sure” we all cried.
“Yes I’m sure, I can’t reach it. Oh well, let’s see if we can find any more treasure.”
“Yeah! Come on then” we all said excitedly, and went skipping down the road to find another treasure trove.
It had been a warm summers day, and we were roaming around looking for something to fill our day. Today we had been investigating bomb sites, left over from WW2.
Many bomb sites became adventure playgrounds for kids. We spent many a day rummaging around them, looking for treasure. I can’t remember if we found anything of interest, but we had great fun looking. Kids had such freedom, growing up in the fifties.