When I was about 12 I was at the shops with my mother. I’d got my arse in my hand for some reason, which TBF wasn’t exactly unusual. I refused to go round the co-op And waited at the front of the shop instead. The only place to sit was on this battered old elephant kids ride, you know, the ones where you put 10p in and they rock backwards and forwards a bit and play a tune.
So there I was, almost a grown up teenager, all surly and arsey with a right gob on, too cool to go round the co-op with my mother, sitting on this beat up old elephant ride for babies… and an old man walked up, said, ‘oh, do you want a go?’ Stuck 10p in and off I went, rocking backwards and forwards on this toddler ride. I jumped off and ran all the way home, I may have even cried, and refused to leave my room for the rest of the day.
My mother was worried sick and went mad at me for running off, and I was so embarrassed I refused to tell her why.