Childhood just crept up on me from behind...

I just came into possession of some photos which show me as a child playing with toy soldiers.

What is fun about them, is that the fort is a traditional soap box fort and that as well as the odd plastic toy soldier they are all early 20th century toy soldiers.

Collectors seeing this may faint, but they were toys and I was playing with them.

I have no defence for the haircut!




And me on my birthday wearing a Six Million Dollar Man outfit...



TTFN

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