I come from the hill, the loch and the horrid farmer next door, never seen him, not once
I come from logs, deer and pheasants
I come from the naughty-step and a good telling off
I come from a note of injury from school, every other day 

I come from a garden of huge size, fun and enjoyment
I come from a school of 7 and 7 only. 
I come from dead deer, butchering and not being squeamish
 

I come from moving to a new house new school new place
I come from the park, the bikes
I come from a lot of houses, each older than me.
 

Robert.