I have just been reminded of some happenings in earlier life when I was a youngster.
I once received a ticket from a young policeman for sitting on the stone wall surrounding the Engine Sheds along Cinderella’s Walk. He booked me for Trespassing on railway property – in my opinion, I was doing no harm sat watching the trains, by myself, and I believe I was 8 years old.
My mother had to take me to the Juvenile Court, (A man sat behind a desk in a suit), where my mother was fined 5/- (five shillings). The impression left on me was tremendous, for I remember it still to this day.
I was never stopped when taking my fathers dinner into the sheds on a regular basis. My father had a word with the young policeman, he was full of apologies, he didn’t realise I was his lad, and couldn’t do anything about it for it was too late.