I’d be sent to buy mint

Do you remember squirming under the table
Banging your head on the corner
Or falling down    the stairs.
I broke my leg once.
Knees scabbed and bruised; we don’t see that now
I suppose they don’t do the dangerous things we used to do.
Mr Turner had an allotment where he grew flowers and herbs
I’d be sent to buy mint sometimes and a bunch of flowers
Then the council made the land into garages for rent.
And hardly anyone had a car.Until Beeching.
The Great Train Robber.