Under The Bridge

Under the Bridge

Under the Bridge

We went ‘Under the Bridge’ to find out what children think about their local area. We spent three weeks talking to year 6 children from Banks Road Primary and Holy Trinity Primary.

The children had a lot to say and this book shares with you some of the things that they LOVE about the place that they call home.

‘Under the Bridge’ is a multi arts based project produced by All Things Considered Theatre and commissioned by Culture Liverpool as part of the Creative Neighbourhoods programme.

Spoken Word Artist PJ Smith

Visual Artist Ruta Staseviciute

I come... ...from the sight of Scooby-Doo and Tom and Jerry on the living room telly. I come from the sight of Stranger Things and Modern Family on my 60-inch screen. I come from the sight of the people and the trees. I come from the sight of my step-sister getting ready to go out. I come from the sight of yes to the dress. I come from the sight of a German football top. I come from the sight of my bedroom ceiling every Monday morning.

Under the bridge... ...is the taste of watermelon chewies, Nandos and failed barbecues.

Under the bridge is the taste of 27,000 packets of Skips and Starbucks from Cineworld. Under the bridge is the tatse of mint, burnt toast and banana milkshake. Under the bridge tastes like coconut rice and Lucia’s delicious cookies.

Under the bridge... ...sounds like police sirens for no reason.

Under the bridge sounds like bossman letting you have a free pack of chewies.

Under the bridge sounds like fireworks in New York and cars beeping their horns.

Under the bridge sounds like a studio full of music. Under the bridge sounds like the 7-year-old kids squealing next door and the sound of a random teacher having a breakdown!

I come...

...from the taste of canteen food and takeaway of a Friday. I come from the taste of Tangfastics, Nandos and Hubba Bubba. I come from the taste of salt n pepper chicken from The Friendly House. I come from the taste of Domino’s cookies and strawberry medicine. I come from the taste of toothpaste, cabbage and camomile tea. I come from the taste of lemon cheesecake and Nabzys chicken wraps.

Under the bridge...

...is the look of cracks of sunlight with Tesco and chippies.

Under the bridge is the look of transparent windows, big balconies and kids playing footy in pajamas. Under the bridge is the look of girls taking photos at the skatey and mums having beef over the bins

Under the bridge is people wearing Montirex and Nike Pros.

Under the bridge looks like fragile old people walking their dogs.

I come from the feel of my makeup brushes. I come from the feel of my freshly cut trim. I come from the feel of my big comfy bed. I come from the feel of my leather Fila shoes. I come from the feel of my smooth ipad screen. I come from the feel of my Mum brushing my hair.

I come... ... from the feel of my dog’s fur. I come from the feel of my spongey soft football.

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I come...

...from the sound of What a Hit Son, What a Hit! I come from the sound of My mum’s whisk when she’s making cakes. I come from the sound of the buzz of my phone.

I come from the sound of my sister’s music, really loud! I come from the sound of my Grandad singing The Coronation Street theme tune. I come from the sound of my alarm every morning. I come from the sound of the bizzies coming down the street.

Under the bridge... ...is the feel of butter and grass. Under the bridge is the feel of my mum’s soft hands touching my hair since I was a baby. Under the bridge is the feel of the warm touch of Harribos in my left palm. Under the bridge is the feel of safety and home. Under the bridge feels like the hardness of a football and a respectful place. Under the bridge is the feel of a million fossils like when you go to a 9-year-old sleepover with slimy facemasks.

I come... ...from the smell of my sister’s Chanel perfume. I come from the smell of cinnamon at Christmas time. I come from the smell of Garston Lifestyles and Mcdonalds’ hash browns. I come from the smell of fresh 110s out of the box and coconut shower gel. I come from the smell of my mum’s scouse and petrol from the car. I come from the smell of my breakfast. Nutella on toast.

Under the bridge...

...is the smell of my 25,000 liters of hairspray, and Jake’s 1,000 packs of chewies. Under The Bridge is the smell of my mum’s food cooking, and the rain. Under The Bridge is the smell of M&S pizza, trees and Maccie D’s. Under The Bridge is the smell of Quorn burgers and my mum’s soup.

Under the bridge is the smell of dust, smoke mint and the chippy! teacher having a breakdown!

Massive thank you to all the children and staff at Banks Road Primary and Holy Trinity Primary. We hope you enjoyed this book! If you would like to comment please go to our Facebook page “All things considered theatre”