I don't really remember our old place, I was too young. We had a ground floor 'room and kitchen', and no bath, but I don't think my mum ever really settled after we had to leave it behind and go and live on a housing scheme.
I used to visit my cousins in the Gorbals and they still lived in an old tenement due for demolition. It was completely different to life on a housing scheme, and I loved going up there to play and to hang around.
I remember my brother taking me to the site of our old place in Pollokshaws and we were walking around this site that had been cleared of all the rubble, and him telling me, our house was here, this was where we used to play out the back. I remember there was a sandshoe lying on the ground in what was left of the debris.
My sister would sometimes drag me back to Pollokshaws on the bus, but I wasn't allowed to tell anyone we'd been, and my mum liked to go shopping up at Shawlands Cross. I've heard (and witnessed) that a lot, people going back to their old areas all the time, like they never really left.
As for bogeys, my brother told me he stole a pram to make a bogey and he chucked the baby in a dustbin.

Of course he was talking complete shite, but at the time I believed him. I told my pal and she said that it was a good idea to steal a pram but she thought that putting the baby in the midden wasn't very nice.
