This is a true story when boys will be boys. This is about a guy I know we were born in the days when kids were heard and not seen only aloud in the house when meals were on but the fun we had playing cricket out the front street every now and then smash a window or two with the ball then the next day play football with the same problem another window but we lived in a street of 15 houses and a factory on the other side of the street and every body knew each other it was great fun when we were young we had Billy carts with steel ball race wheels made from old fruit boxes or what ever you found even old pram wheels then we would ran around ramming each other and end up being the best on the day. Anyway we lived in Melbourne and winter time I can remember very well the washing used to be frozen on line and I mean stiff frozen and the puddles were like scatting pads.My friend was a great mate but before he could play he had to do his jobs as his mum and dad worked until late so he had to take the washing of the line fold then up and put then away, chop wood for the hot water heater, feed the ferrets and pets then prepare tea peel all the vegetables and have then on simmer along with the chops so that when they got home tea was ready then after tea he was aloud out to play which wasn't very long but boy did we play up. when we were 13 we used to have a paper round in the city Finders street railway station well we made heaps of money some times we make about 30 dollars a week and that whose a lot of money then so on week ends we would go around the neighbour hood and find old cars for sale like F.J HOLDENS FB/ EK/FE/ all sorts of cars and the most you paid was 20 dollars if that then drive them down the back streets to the old trotting track where every body meet for the day and we race each other around the track until the car broke down or rolled over then we burnt it we were having fun no one got hurt just a few cuts and bumps then on Sunday we go to the quarter mile bridge railway bridge and climb up and down the girders which were about 30 metres high straight up like monkeys never thought of fallen off and on the way home would swim down at the ford before going home that was our day lots of fun and we enjoyed our self's. When we got near home we would go to our local milk bar and buy crackers and in then days we had the biggest banger the 3 pence it was like a stick of dynamite and in those days people only had wooden letter boxes and milk bottle racks well we would go home have tea then we were aloud out until 8.O clock and in that time we go around blowing up letter boxers and milk racks I tell you when we were kids man we did it all chased by every one but never caught we even had a pair of army tanks in a paddock near us and we used to play in them firing rockets out of the barrels and dropping penny bangers down the escape hatch then every year I used to have cracker night that was the best yet just around the corner from my place there was this empty paddock where we built a huge bonfire about 10 to 15 feet high every day we used to collect all the old things like tyre's chairs boxes anything that you could find and of a night time we used to go around stealing stuff of other bonfires to make ours bigger we were the boys and when the night came we had so many crackers and rockets we would be up all night till day light and the bonfire would still be going it was great being a kid then the thing we got up to was wild but fun. As we got older we started drinking beer and the pubs used to shut at six O clock then so I used to buy 4 long necks and drink them on the way home behind the bus shelter near home funny we got our arse kick a few times but hell we were kids had a good laugh and we made our own fun and at that time my other best friend was Jamie Redfern he was pop star later and also Yvonne Barrette  was another pop star that lived around the corner from my place this is early 1964 those where the days as we got older we became the BrayBrook boys Amco Jeans and we hung out at the 13 shops and the fights we got into never a dull moment and we fought like machines no kicking just fist fighting we were about 30 strong and had to patrol  our territory from Duke Street to ashley Street Braybrook and we were good at it  by this time we are old enough to drink in the pub.