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Shattered Dreams
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The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories.
Friday would be the best day of the week in 1978 for £3.00 you would get a way from your own tawn and put on your wellingtons and be free till Sunday.
4 pm every one would meet in Mr Weston's classroom then go dawn to the school shead where they stored salwesters a yellow waterproof jacket and trousers, you looked like you was going out to sea to go fishing but you was glad to have it as the rain never got in and it was warm.
Miss Smith would put on her big pufed up jacket it was like a hideydawn all the feathers would trap in the body's warm hair, and all the teachers had hicking boots with thick fishing socks.
Fishing socks where your best friend as they kept your feet warm and dry in your wellingtons pluss you did not get that rubbing on your legs.
As we all stould like yellow chickens just been borne we waited to see who was our teacher to look after use and where we was going to sleep that night.
One Friday we was given Mick and his girlfriend they was fun as he had a Mini car and would get 5 to 6 girls in there pluss all the gear for the weekend.
As we all got in the car we had now idear where we was going to sleep that night as we was told we was of to Castleton and then on Saturday going up to walk back to the cottage.
As It got darker we drove through dark winding lains the sky was quite red as the car was driving it seemed to be going really fast a round each corner as it weaved up the countryside to word's Castleton.
When we arrived at our port of stay there was no one there only use girls we was shown the kitchen where we was going to have breakfast and we was responceabull for it to be cleaned afterwards and we left our cooking pots on our table and then we was given our room.
It was on the female side of the hostel and as you walked into the room there was lots of bunke beds we all desided witch bunck we was having as I was a ill chiled I had to have the bottom one in case I fel off,
We had all got our night clothes on and had a wash in the girls bathroom and as this was the first time most of the girls had been on a trip or like me first time at a youth hostel,
Then as it got quite in our room we could her boys talking and lots of laughter, then all of a sudden there was a man's voce boys line up now,
One of the girls got of the top bunck and went to the door in our room that was on the wall near the window and looked through the keyhole and told use there was boys all lined up in underpants and a mail teacher pulling at their ears shouting at them then all off a sudden we could hear boy you have not washed behind your ears go get them washed.
Mike's girlfriend was in our room as our shaperon we all laughed at wat was going on and she said girls I should do that to all of you line you up she then began to laugh.
I fell a...
The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories.
Friday would be the best day of the week in 1978 for £3.00 you would get a way from your own tawn and put on your wellingtons and be free till Sunday.
4 pm every one would meet in Mr Weston's classroom then go dawn to the school shead where they stored salwesters a yellow waterproof jacket and trousers, you looked like you was going out to sea to go fishing but you was glad to have it as the rain never got in and it was warm.
Miss Smith would put on her big pufed up jacket it was like a hideydawn all the feathers would trap in the body's warm hair, and all the teachers had hicking boots with thick fishing socks.
Fishing socks where your best friend as they kept your feet warm and dry in your wellingtons pluss you did not get that rubbing on your legs.
As we all stould like yellow chickens just been borne we waited to see who was our teacher to look after use and where we was going to sleep that night.
One Friday we was given Mick and his girlfriend they was fun as he had a Mini car and would get 5 to 6 girls in there pluss all the gear for the weekend.
As we all got in the car we had now idear where we was going to sleep that night as we was told we was of to Castleton and then on Saturday going up to walk back to the cottage.
As It got darker we drove through dark winding lains the sky was quite red as the car was driving it seemed to be going really fast a round each corner as it weaved up the countryside to word's Castleton.
When we arrived at our port of stay there was no one there only use girls we was shown the kitchen where we was going to have breakfast and we was responceabull for it to be cleaned afterwards and we left our cooking pots on our table and then we was given our room.
It was on the female side of the hostel and as you walked into the room there was lots of bunke beds we all desided witch bunck we was having as I was a ill chiled I had to have the bottom one in case I fel off,
We had all got our night clothes on and had a wash in the girls bathroom and as this was the first time most of the girls had been on a trip or like me first time at a youth hostel,
Then as it got quite in our room we could her boys talking and lots of laughter, then all of a sudden there was a man's voce boys line up now,
One of the girls got of the top bunck and went to the door in our room that was on the wall near the window and looked through the keyhole and told use there was boys all lined up in underpants and a mail teacher pulling at their ears shouting at them then all off a sudden we could hear boy you have not washed behind your ears go get them washed.
Mike's girlfriend was in our room as our shaperon we all laughed at wat was going on and she said girls I should do that to all of you line you up she then began to laugh.
I fell a...
