At age 11, after passing the Qualifying Exam (better known as the Qually), one had the choice of Secondary School dependant on the results. As I passed in first place my choice was either St Mungo's or St Columba's. Now St Mungo's had the better reputation for teaching ability.
BUT!! My father would have none of it. It was too snobbish, said he, it was too far away and besides you had to wear a uniform which my father said made us like public schoolboys.
At St Columba's we were taught that Glasgow was the Second City of the Empire, with a population of over one million, an incomprehesible figure to young minds like ours.
Our oulook was purely a parochial one. Everyone had their own little territory. Possil was somewhere different from where we lived as was Maryhill or Townhead or Springburn. Gallowgate had a reputation all on its own and God forbid!! But the South Side or the "Soo'side" might well have been another planet. It was only when I was over the age of 14 that I actually crossed the River Clyde .
NO, NO , at age 9. 10 and 11 our own little world went from Crossburn Street (where we lived) up to Garscube Road . From there to St George's Road right down to St George's Cross, along New City Road all the way to Cowcaddens Street, back down this street and once more into Crossburn Street. All in all a parish of about one square mile.
It was certainly large enough for our needs, with enough room to roam the streets, something like 6 cinemas, 4 chip shops and a swing park, the Phoenix Park, which we considered to be the ultimate play area and strangely enough we could always spot an "outsider".
It was a world big enough for boys and girls of our age and we would never dream of stepping outside this invisible boundary.
WELL!! at least until we were school leaving age. Which then was 14 years of age.