Dirty Harry
Well-Known Member
That’s so true mate, much of my childhood was spent growing up a stones throw from the airport , and we got literally everywhere, but there’s a particular incident that still scares the shit out of me to this day some 40/50 years or so on, it was when they’d built the multi story car park and you could drop a couple of levels onto a roof to get on the pier, I’d got over hanging down to drop, looked down and thought “shit, that looks like big drop”, so decided climb back up to go to an edge with a plastic drainpipe down to floor level (so some 5/6/7 stories down), I climbed over with the intent ‘shimmying down’, and at the last second though ‘fuck it’ I can’t be arsed and got back up, when I’d matured a bit and my ‘danger’ trigger was a bit more evolved, I looked at it and thought OMFG, what was I thinking !In about 1986 me n pals used to go the airport for the day. Not plane spotting, just pissing about. It seemed no where was off limits. Would be going through all sorts of doors, behind walls, mental really that we had so much access
Up until recent times I could see this drainpipe and drop every time I went to the airport and would break out into a cold sweat as I’d surely have died that day.
The airport back then was a godsend for some kids during the holidays who had free school meals or lost out on them during the holiday period), they’d go just to eat scraps off the plates etc left behind because their parents were out pissing the money up the wall, very sad.