He was still a young lad at the time, I believe. He probably didn't
know how the adult world worked. I certainly did not, aged ten. The
world was an exciting place, but at no time did I think of *political*
questions to ask. You just don't at that age. Your parents (possibly
not in Meesham's case) and your home and sibling(s) are the centre of
your world. We were taught how to cross the road, the basic elements
of road safety on our little bikes, never to talk to strangers and ask
a policeman if we got lost. Other than that, we roamed far and wide,
either alone or in little "Just William" style gangs. In my case it
was the town of Hastings, centering around the Alexandra Park, Queens
Road, the seafront and the Old Town. Those were halcyon days in which
school holidays, especially in summer, seemed to last forever, a bag
of chips from the chippy costing 6 old pence.
MM