the olympic games were always the biggest danger in my childhood.
i strongly remember i took one of dads weights, tied a bin bag through the hole in the middle and we perfected the hammer throw on the field, shortly followed by the 200m sprint when andy took a hammer to the ribs and hit the deck.
i have never ran as fast as that in my whole life and im pretty sure i would have beaten linford christy that day.
no body ended up in court, it was just a game.
(court would have been better than the bollocking dad gave me)
i was born in 1984, my parents who were born in the 50s had the watchful eye of my grandma, born in 1909 and hard as nails, in case we needed any really old skool input.