When I was nine years old there was nothing I loved more than being chased by grown ups. Nothing equaled the excitement of it. During the long summer holidays from school I went out the front door of our semi-detached two storey house, hoping to see some of my mates on the road outside. What did I see only our next door neighbour Mr Hickey high up on his ladder painting the frame of his bedroom window. Here, I thought,was a good chance of a chase because Mr Higgins's hot temper was known everywhere in the neighbourhood. Over the garden wall I climbed and stood at the foot of the ladder and started shaking it.
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