Memories of Warrington Walking Days
Between the ages of two and six I had to use a wheelchair. Each year my mum would decorate my wheelchair so I could take part in the procession. One of my foster brothers would usually push me around the route of the walk.
The people on the pavements would come into the road and put money in my collection tin.
In my recollection one year my wheelchair became a boat and I was the captain.
The next year the wheelchair became a rocket and I was a spaceman.
It felt really good to take an active part in the walking day.
Lyndon Huetson
Community Reporter
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