Kemptville, Ontario, probably 1960.

The pile of wood was, I think, the summer kitchen which had been attached to the house where I lived. This was a birthday party for one of the kids who lived next door to us. I'm not sure that clambering all over a pile of splintery, rusty-nail-filled wood is the safest of party games but I don't think anyone got Tetanus, so all is well that ends well. View full size.

I originally thought the boy in tartan was my childhood boyfriend, However, after getting an email from him out of the blue, some 45 years after I last saw him, he tells me it wasn't him.