You got no lower legs.
The huge amount of bomb sites in south east London
The hardships of food rationing
Losing my father to bowel cancer at the age of seven and losing my older brother to Nephritis seven years later.
Not a happy childhood at all.
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Power cuts…i loved them, having to use candles was exciting for me.
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WWII has a huge lot to answer for EZ. It turned my mother loopy and I lost my father within a few days of him returning from Palestine during 1948. Luckily, my paternal grandparents took me in and raised me from the age of 5 when they lost their only daughter to polio.
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Memories indeed! 
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This question brings me back memories of my local library in the borough of Islington, I looked it up on Google maps to see if it still exists, and yes it does 
As a youngster I read a lot and I was a member, my friend and I would go every three weeks to borrow books, we lived nearby. Our school was just a few streets away too and they would also take us there every now and then. I really loved that library’s children’s section 
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The Liverpool trams and the overhead railway which ran the length of the docks.Mum used to take me on it to see the ships. I was heartbroken when they closed it. The trams disappeared soon after
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Superb!
I remember Islington with much affection.
We rented a spacious top floor flat in The Liverpool Road, ninety quid a week energy included!
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h yes, if I remember well I used to drive down Liverpool Road to get to Chapel Market on a Sunday.
According to my parents, I was born in the Royal Free Hospital in Liverpool Road, before it was eventually closed down to be rebuilt in Hampstead.
Wow, 90 quid! How times have changed 
I’ve heard that housing costs are outrageous nowadays in London.
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My childhood was odd really. We had summer get aways every year mostly Devon and Cornwall and not really mixed much with other family members.
Was a rare get together for my Parents Wedding Aniversay maybe 25 years being Silver. Never felt like a family get together more just well lets get through this Again!
I think maybe if the so called close family acted like they liked each other maybe just maybe things could have been more Normal…
Over time though I could feel, tell that nothing was going to make these people want to spend any time together…
My parents were very strict, remember 1 evening went out and dad make sure you take your key as if not then don’t knock me up, so me said yer forgot my key and slept on door step as too frightened to wake up dad, got in at 7am when my brother was going off to work lol
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So many memories some great some not so great. I’m just so grateful there were no mobile phones with cameras around at the time.
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Amen to that…
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I was in 6 different schools before the age of 11.Not expelled,we moved a lot.
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Let’s see…
Play 45’s on my record player until my parents were sick of hearing the songs.
Playing kick the can out on the neighborhood street after supper, until dark, or rather “be home when the street lights come on”.
Visiting friends on the weekends and go bale-hopping as a competition who could make as many jumps in a row before falling off.
Helping the neighbors milk cows, separate the cream, and make butter in a hand-turn-jar.
Weekends, going out with multiple family neighborhood families in the early fall for berry picking sessions with 30-40 adults & kids each with their empty ice cream bucket, jumping from berry patch to berry patch.
Traveling on the bus by my self in my pre-teens every Easter holidays to go stay with relatives in the next province for Easter holidays.
Using old car hoods as group sliders tackling the largest of hill slopes for family sliding parties that always ended with bonfires and a wiener roast.
So many more… Seems different for the young’in today, technology has taken away the pleasures of the outdoors and nature at some level it seems.
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Bloody Bailiffs.
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I lived in Finsbury Park for a few years on Seven Sisters Rd opposite the cinema so I am vaguely familiar with Islington - used to walk down to Arsenal’s Highbury stadium to watch the soccer with friends (hated the game myself)
After living there moved to Brixton at the other end of the Victoria Line. It was a very long time ago though
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Interesting @Bruce! 
I lived in Holloway, near the Archway end.
When I was a kid, my parents used to take me to Finsbury Park to play on the swings.
I left London thirty years ago.
Ha ha, I left in the early 1970s, my memories are getting vaguer as the years go on.
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The first few years of my life were spent dodging doodlebugs. What I mean is I relied upon my parents to keep me safe. I thought to myself if this is what it means to be born I don’t wanna know. I’m going back!
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