In the middle of our street

Not for the first time, as I was walking back to dad's, I was thinking about when the family first moved there.

I was about four, and I wandered off to explore. I knew our new house was opposite a white house, so I was sure I could find my way back. The only thing is, the street is curved - so as I walked, I very soon couldn't see the white house. A big upsetment, when you're four.

Luckily, a kind stranger helped me find my way back. Eee, in those days you could leave your door unlocked, etc etc.