most significant 'Corner' moment for me...???

.. probably aged 5 or 6 when a couple of older boys were nearby enough
to see me fall into a flooded disused brick works clay pit
and drag me out....

All I can remember..
it was a frosty cold morning, I was wearing a duffle coat with the hood on & toggled up, and welly boots.
I leaned over the edge to look down at the water,
then toppled forwards...

The coat and boots trapped sufficient air to keep me buoyant on my back
with my head and feet poking out the water
long enough until the other boys reached down to grab hold of me...

Then I stood up on the muddy bank, drenched & cold,
absolutely delighted that my wellys were full of water and squelching bubbles
when I stamped hard in the mud.
I was too childishly oblivious to danger to be shocked or afraid..

Don't remember anything else...???

Going home, my mum's reaction.. nothing........????

Though I believe my mother then pestered the council to erect railings around the large deep pit.

Din't stop other kids falling in and drowning though..........