After I'd left the nuns I tried to imagine my parents working for charity. It was so goddam hard. i just couldnt seemt mum or dad asking people for money. Later on when I was walking to meet Sally I saw a family. There was this boy walking on the edge of the road where the cars had to swirve to miss him. But he was singing this song, 'when a body meet a body coming through the rye'. It made me feel much happier for some goddam strange reason. it really did. I went to the park later that day and watched a few tiny kids paying on the see saw. One of the sides was very unbalanced so I put my hand on his end of the see saw to even it up. I could tell they didnt want me around so I left.