Meeting a young neighbour and her friends
I didn’t know Hazel next door until this memorable afternoon My bedroom was on the first floor at the back of our semi-detached house, overlooking the back garden. It had an equally good view of the neighbour’s back garden, on the left as I looked down. The neighbours had been living there quite a while. We got on OK but weren’t particularly friendly. A couple with a daughter a few years younger than me. Boys my age don’t take much notice of younger girls, but I’d recently I’d seen with interest that Hazel was starting to mature and a new shape was starting to show. Wouldn’t call her a beauty but, again, she looked OK. I’d noticed the parents going out a while ago. As I looked down from my window, I saw Hazel in …