The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

“Are you trying to scare Elly?” I said jokingly.
“No.” She snapped defensively. “They are so excited to see you again and meet
Elly. Everyone is excited for Saturday, to meet Elly.”
She smiled at Elly in the rear view mirror. Elly had been inspecting the rolling
hills of Yorkshire that were filled with sheep. You didn’t see as many sheep in
Poland as you did in Yorkshire. We got back into Bradford and it was more
exhilarating than I had imagined seeing the streets where I’d grown up. I never
felt so joyful on a visit back from Leeds but this time I had Elly, maybe she was
the difference.
We pulled into my parent’s driveway and an old neighbour came over to say
hello. It was different now. I remembered pestering her about getting my ball
back when me and my brothers would play football in the street. I bet it was
horrible for the elderly people having obnoxious kids yelling and playing in the
street all the time, for us it was just fun. I wondered if when I got a house I’d
shout at the kids for making a racket and tell them to go and play on their own
streets. I even thought about what people would yell at Andrew, not that many
kids played out that much anymore because of the increased fear about pedos.
Anyone who reads knows that it wasn’t a phenomenon of the 1990’s and that
even if you let your kids play out it’s more likely to be your weird cousin or
uncle than a stranger who’d abuse your kids. Still they call it irrational fear
precisely because it’s irrational.