Living as we did in concrete jungles, with tenement buildings all round us and the only bit of green we ever saw being the Phoenix Park in Garscube Road, it was natural to assume that the whole of Glasgow was flat.
Then one day we were told about a mountain and an ocean, just a good walk away from Crossburn Street where we lived. Seeking adventure, we decided to go in search of these exotic places. We were all of 13 years old.
Off we went, up Garscube Road, onto Possil Road, up Keppochill Road and there we discovered there was indeed a mountain and an ocean. We were in a new world.
The mountain was an old bing covered over with grass and was called Jack's Mountain for some reason. It was the highest thing we had ever seen, all of about a hundred feet high but with a slope which you could easily walk up. But why should we do that? We could go around the side and there was a place we could actually climb.
We had many adventures on that mountain. We lived out many fantasies and played so many games. We were living dangerously, we thought.
At the other side of the mountain there was indeed an ocean, known locally as the Stinky Ocean. It was quite large in expanse, so it looked like an ocean to us. It was no more than the lake of waste from a nearby chemical factory, although there was a way of crossing it. Straight through the middle, holding your nose. No wonder it was known as the Stinky Ocean.
It was our adventure playground for many many years to come and there always seemed to be many people from all around with the same idea.