This has to be true! I remember when i was about 8, me and my dad used to ring the church bells at Tibshelf, Claycross, Crooked spire and Ault Hucknall. The vicar at Tibshelf at the time had asked for local help to clear the graveyard up and we spent many hours playing whilst the adults cut grass and cleared up broken tree branches. My younger brother ended up on the wall at the bottom of that graveyard and fell over 15ft to the farm yard on the other side, duck egg is a good description for the bump he had on his forehead too haha!

Things we do as kids that we can't remember always get brought back up in family conversations i imagine they become fond memories even though slightly scary at the time.