Amityville 3

 The bungalow I grew up in sat on top of an elevated perch looking down on a main road it was a busy road and there was no parking on the road because it was a big busy road opposite in a little to the left was a petrol station which also had car sales and repairs they were steps and a slope to the front door when either side of the path they were Peartrees. A Peartree in each lawn at the front of the house. every autumn we’d collect and eat the pears and now I think about it that might not have been such a good idea, living on such a busy road at a time when the petrol was leaded.

From my bedroom window I’d watch the prices change at the petrol station. It always seemed to be in competition with all the other petrol stations in town and at one point, when it was 99p per gallon for petrol, it seemed like a test of nerves who would give in 1st to put it up over the £1 mark.

I shared a room with my sister and I slept with a knife under my pillow for protection.

The house was painted pink and from pictures of it before it was painted it had looked much better in white but my mum is obviously wanted pink the grass of the garden of the wild as neither of my parents attended it in anyway there was a herb garden at the side and it was massively overgrown later when my sister got a boyfriend my sister who I shared a room with he took her electric lawnmower to the herb garden went straight through it I don’t think anybody was very impressed then there was the butler sink in the backyard and the shed in the yard which house the freezer and the washing machine and the rabbit and guinea pig.

Then there was a big back garden and they were apple trees cooking and eating apples countries and raspberry bush mum used to make jam for the plums are we picking up the apples and a washing line for the washing which was itself a Cena much misery and the conifer tree place sounds idyllic but it was the scene of such terrible things and so much trauma that I never saw it that way

Then there was a big back garden and they were apple trees cooking and eating apples countries and raspberry bush mum used to make jam for the plums are we picking up the apples and a washing line for the washing which was itself a Cena much misery and the conifer tree place sounds idyllic but it was the scene of such terrible things and so much trauma that I never saw it that way

Behind the house beyond the feted dilapidated garage with no driveway behind the house was the football pitch and this could not be built on for 100 years as it had previously been landfill and so there was no housing behind I know proper road to the back of the house it was a dirt track and then beyond that there was the Riverwalk which is where we’d have to take a Boxing Day walk and where I learnt to ride a bike and where everything felt scary and unfair unfair.

The Riverwalk was the route to school when I was in infants and it’s where the tall conifers were that I wondered if I would fly over them when my father knocked me from here to kingdom come; kingdom come being far away, surely the height achieved will take me over the top of the conifers.