Rubble of postwar Leeds made the perfect playground

We were like mountain goats running over tipper-truck mounds of cobblestones, dumped as streets were cleared, writes Janet Lail. Your article ( Who needs swings and roundabouts?, G2, 31 October) took me back to my 1950s childhood in inner-city Leeds. We hardly saw a blade of grass, but had a wonderful time scrambling among the general dereliction of postwar slum-clearance and building sites. We were like mountain goats running over tipper-truck mounds of cobblestones, dumped as streets were clea