An Intimate Recollection

The story I am about to relate had long been buried deep
within the memory banks of my mind. It was only the
actions of some young lads outside my window late one
Friday night, which brought it all flooding back to me
in graphic detail. It seems only yesterday, and not the
twenty or so years which have elapsed, that the events
which I am going to share with you took place.

When I was 18, dad got a new job and we had to move from
the centre of a big city to a fairly quiet suburb of …